Mind-Control Panties

Story heptad : daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta Reading this !

The number slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the riches on display. The prize wife and trust fund girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand habiliment would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the chichi. The popular. The getup that quivered this or that flow famous person wore on the red carpeting.

Not for the bizarre.

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

This one was an all Shirley Temple pair of panties with a single word written in scintillation, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The public figure was eager for this following game to get down. With a casual flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of scanty where a young girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the number slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the form. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was xxv. Heavy makeup, her mamilla clearly enhanced already at her young age, her voguish top showing them off to their wide-cut, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her face, her greenness centre dazzling. She marched on stiletto cad like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the assurance and grace that could only fare with practice session. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the brashness and glamor of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Italian capital. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her girl, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hair, breast as big as her daughter's ( though hers were rattling ), and low-spirited centre that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy organic structure, a wedding ring flashing on her will 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 mother blanched."Panties like those are not going to serve you win. Go expression at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy Judges lusting for you. You are not taking indorse place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those step-in back on the muckle, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thong while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her married man 's credit bill of fare. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to storm the miss into it.

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

Precious was worth investing in.

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Molly Jordan

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

There was always so practically to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter death time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned miss Dazzling chime.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even 25. prominent breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red tomentum was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heel that were open-toed to record off the vibrant toenail culture she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulder joint, the thin out shoulder strap of her negligee-style top sack on the thicker shoulder strap of the black bra she wore. She reached the fanny of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, flannel capris she wore.

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

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a G-string peeking out."tour around."

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

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

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

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my fingerbreadth down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussycat ache."You need more than just panties with the word dazzling on them to radiate tomorrow. cherished, you need to always expect your dependable. I can see your panty furrow. I should clear you go on a higher floor 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 best, so stop over being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her footling fuss. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judges would see her today. Good thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the intimately matter either. She should consume a chick on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would kick in those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a inexpensive thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her earpiece the entire effort 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 rivalry, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her red ink against that cunt sky-blue.

What was that little girl 's mother thinking ? eighteen and wearing such a shameful outfit ? Some female parent had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my nous. My girl had to dazzle. radiancy. 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 gabby Siamese woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered approximation. My girl was sodding. Her teat, a birthday present tense when she turned eighteen, were just right and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A juicy tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My estimation was perfect. Something that would make her bandstand out against all the early contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

"We have another stop to take a shit after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing moral next."

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

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

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

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

I shuddered, it was so shut. I knew just what to do. This wicked thrill raced through my pussy. I would stimulate sure enough 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 weird look. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our name and address five minutes 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, unseasoned woman. The judges are going to see you bedazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you desire me to depict my naked tits to them ?"

"Honey, do you need to win ?"

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

"It does n't bother me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at young 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 pictures on the bulwark. It was covered in all the horrendous things multitude would absorb on their consistency. Skulls, fondness, thorns, Angel Falls, fiend, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch my forefront in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, trust me, I can cover it,"I purred."You should see the course credit limit I have on the card my married man gave me."

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

"fountainhead, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my pussy burning through my consistence. I would do anything to see my girl win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flames and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar moustache giving him the dangerous feeling of a biker. I felt his hawkshaw 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 interest, I 'll take tending of everything, honey."

I fell to my knee joint before the guy."I hope a cock sucking will be respectable enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

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

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the punishing belt. He had a silver-plate whack 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 make you dazzle."

The pauperization itched in my brain. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his belt open and then pluck at his fly. His holdfast popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his pant and boxer, his cock popping out. I was right there in the entrance hall of a tattoo parlor about to suck a alien 's dick.

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

I salivated.

I grasped his thick prick in my script, fisting up and down the jibe. He was so very much great than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his tool into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My impudence 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 people slut,"he growled."You see your mommy, young lady ?"

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

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

"Not like that,"precious muttered.

I bobbed my drumhead, working my lips up and down his thick jibe. Precum spilled over my clapper. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clitoris pounding and ache. A line of boloney ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy phone. So wet and cruddy. I shuddered. I did feel like a fat slut.

A deep, conjoin slut.

My glossa swirled around the crown of his shaft, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot thrill raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't look to feel him spurting into my rima oris. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would make me swallow every one bead of his jizz like a complete whore. I always spit out my married man '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 hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't have it off what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth on her reheel metrical unit. She seemed on the threshold of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to face away. Her wide, green optic were locked on my sass sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's thick cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My script drifted down the movement of my torso. I reached lower and modest, crossing my breadbasket. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my pussycat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my wench and step-in. My clitoris throbbed, tingles racing through my torso. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a point mother doing everything possible to give sure her daughter dazzled.

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's cock. I did n't even know his name. I rubbed my pussy through my dame and panties, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how commit I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his dick. 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 delight him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with flushed cheeks and wide, fleeceable eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person. He grabbed a handful 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 refer my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my wench, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my step-in. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silklike pubic pilus. I gasped as I found my hot sheepcote. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingerbreadth into my pussy.

My profoundness clung tight about them. I groaned, my eye fluttering as I plunged my finger's breadth in and out of my goose. pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a delirious want while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

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

"Yeah, she is a beef,"Precious muttered."I do n't even require to get my pap pierced."

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

I thrust my fingerbreadth in and out of my zany faster and faster. I rubbed my ovolo in tempestuous circles around my clit. pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digits. My consistency shuddered. I groaned around his thick peter. It filled my mouth. It was such a state of nature affair to enjoy.

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

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His hammer erupted in my mouth."take back every drop-off, you married slut !"

I gulped down the tattoo creative person 's jizz. I trembled, my finger's breadth plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My sleek flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty source. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The arch rush drifted lower and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of pleasance shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my digits hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load 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 finger's breadth deep into my cunt. I was such a good female parent. 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 dick as my form spasmed around my finger's breadth. succus bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. glint flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

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

"Come along, girl,"the tattoo artist said, taking my girl by the arm as I came like a cocotte in the middle of his sitting room.

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

I pulled my fingers from my zany and rose. I sucked them make clean, tasting the luscious spirit of my odorous pussycat. I stumbled through the pall of string of beads and found my daughter sitting in a padded hot seat. She had her blouse and bra already off, her tumid breasts on display. They were so mature and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both sentence. The needle gun pierced through her pinko nubs one after the early. Then they were being threaded with smooth-spoken rings. Each had short metallic element testicle 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 agree them out, hussy,"he said, undoing his jeans."You play with them while I collect the relaxation of my fee."

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

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

My pussy tightened.

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

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone polymer implants. I studied her nipples."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 workweek for them to heal but ..."This weird look crossed his typeface. I felt this shiver zapping from my fingers gripping my girl 's tits while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's nipples, her full breasts clutched my deal. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chairperson. I leaned down, this naughty chill racing around my cutis. electric automobile. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her teat piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her facial expression writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

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

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's dick drove into my cunt in a single, knockout plunge. My wed slit squeezed down on his cinch. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my button. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his prick in and out of my pussy.

Pleasure rushed through me, my rose hip undulating from incline to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my goose, my adulterous snatch rejoicing at the thick tactile property of his cock in me. It was unbelievable. I whimpered about my daughter 's mamilla. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure as shooting your daughter 's thrust nipple are perfect,"he growled."darn, how belittled is your hubby 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my sass full of my naughty daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick 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 friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my sass off her right mamilla and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and wiggle. Her business firm, large boob jiggled in my mitt. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that Brobdingnagian cock plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

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

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's thrust 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 crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a good level mother. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My girl shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her marriageable body.

"Finger the piffling slut 's puss,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as practically a cyprian as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my girl 's large, fake tit. I slid across her 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 nasty pubic hairsbreadth down there—finding her nineteen-year-old slit 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 dick drilling deep in me. His balls smacked hard into my button.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton eruption. I thrust two fingers into my girl 's pussy. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her have a picayune fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the serious. 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 stringent puss squeezing around my digit. My glossa played with her nipple piercing between my operose suction. I groaned, my kitty clamping down on that immense dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her succus soaked my fingerbreadth 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 dick in and out of my snatch."Make the small slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a mischievous mommy."

"She is !"My girl trembled. Her pussy squeezed so nasty around my finger's breadth. I thrust a 3rd in her.

The loose woman took it with comfort. My three digits plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Her niggling bud throbbed while my mind drank in the encroachment of the tattoo artist 's laboured balls. This was so rampantly. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingerbreadth. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my manus. I trembled, the prickling from her panties rippled up my arm as her flesh convulsed around my finger's breadth. I whimpered, sucking strong on her mammilla as she thrashed.

"piece of ass,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my espouse jackass. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my married man for the commodity of our daughter. I had to do it. I had to chicane on him, cuckold him, so our girl could win tomorrow. I sucked so hard on her mamilla 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 hands caressed my soundbox 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 orgasm peaking, I popped my sassing off her pap and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will clear you shine. You 're going to win."

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

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

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

Her eyes were wide."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the bottom as we hurried out twenty dollar bill moment later. It was a attaint my daughter was wearing those slimy capris, but there was not often to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another leg female parent thought of this ? I bet that slut, azure, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

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

The moment I handed over the headstone to the valet, I sent a text to the head evaluator, Mr. Mason."I 'd care to talk to you about making indisputable 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 second later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eyes wide."My panties are tingling so a great deal. 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 lift up to the 12th trading floor. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't have any scanty on, the fight of cloth left posterior at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't know his name. I did n't deal. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My climax was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel way, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason stood there, a tall man with graying whisker. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the vision of my girl. Her perforate pap poked hard against her pissed top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his petty put-on."Come in, derive 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 rooster ?

"ass, me,"Mr. President John F. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a trim head, his skin a rich hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, young than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

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

The four Book of Judges all groaned in delight. They licked their sassing, salivating over her just legal shape. My kitty-cat grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump lips, her green eyes sparkling.

"fountainhead, that is delicious,"Mr. Mason said. The older man licked his back talk, salivating like a hungry wolf.

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

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

"It 's a shame she ca n't demo these off during the literal competition,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a manus over his shaved-bald head. The blackness men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

"She 's got my balloting,"Mr. Greyson said, his big nozzle twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The read/write head judge boldly cupped my daughter 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her vernal shape. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't waffle to abstract her nous as he leaned down. He claimed her lip, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her bottom. At the seeable step-in line through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his early hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"firm,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Jordan River, your daughter is a hot firearm 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 girl groaned, her tongue dueling with the principal 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 white pants. Her disgraceful panty came into sight, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, bubbling letters. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the peachy rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

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

"I do n't bang if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm trusted she 'll bask yours. Just lube up."

He laughed.

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

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

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his hands parting my daughter 's chirpy butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his cheek into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the osculation with Mr. James Mason, her young trunk trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to give my backdoor rimmed ? It was a raunchy delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"tinker's dam,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt warp rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal mire and shoved them down. His boxers followed a moment later, his tumid cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my nude daughter trembling beneath the two aged men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your kitty, 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 ?"

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

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

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

He ripped my dress up my body and over my straits. I gasped as it flung off me, my big chest coming into aspect. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebony hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my pap. I shuddered as he suckled. heating surged through my matrimonial body. The Negro man worshiped my teat while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Mason now had his face buried between her big, cook tits.

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

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

His custody stroked down my sides, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panty. He shoved them off my hips, the cloth rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my married pussy on fire. This was all so exciting. Such a wicked rush.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knees. His hard hands, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his grim lips nuzzling into my garish George Walker Bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my congregation. I groaned, my back arching. My gravid tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

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

We were both dazzling.

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

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

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

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

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both ends. Her hand tightened on mine as her moan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold glossa diving into the depths of my married cunt. The Black person man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from position to side.

I smeared my kitty across his hungry mouth. The delight grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hand as he feasted on me. My bombastic tits swayed while my daughter 's falsify tits jiggled. Her mamilla gang flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

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

They were all such pervs. They wanted my girl.

I would reach her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. to the highest degree blinding. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's sheer natural language flicked over it. My own climax 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 girl wins !"I moaned.

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

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

He sucked hard on my clit while his digit dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his athirst mouth. I gripped my daughter 's deal, 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 coming. My groan integrate with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. George Mason !"she gasped."Oh, fuck, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. George Mason groaned,"bathe me with those succus. Barely legal pussy is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her deal almost crushed head 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. JFK 's hungry lip. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his glossa licking and lapping through my folds. He caressed my slit lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My intact body heaved. His strong helping hand gripped me as the joy washed through my body.

waving after Wave of ecstasy flooded through my persuasion. footling stars danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasure today. So many reinforcement for being a good degree mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

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

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to make out your slit,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your pussycat on my shaft rightfield now, you little fornicatress !"

Precious broke the candy kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll take a leak your gumshoe feel amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"Good little girl,"I moaned.

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

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

"piece of ass 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 boldness from my snatch. He stood up, my passion soaking his rim. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those horny perverts, are n't you ?"

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

He grinned, his right hand taking my left. He brushed my nuptials hoop."ready to explode on my rooster ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her mammilla rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter '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 proud of her.

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

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason 's shaft and took Mr. Reeve 's turncock in her asshole."Make sure I win."

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

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

Before I could say anything, before I could even up him, he thrust that amazing peter into my slit. His midst shaft of light stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a undulation of darkness laundry over my vision. He was so immense. 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 suck in my tool right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's lips as the early two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's vast cock as I watched my daughter swallow the third justice 's dick. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. superbia swelled through me.

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

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

My daughter 's smother moans desegregate with the grunts and moan of the four Book of Judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my girl. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old body with esurient hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake bosom, squeezing them as he reamed her cocksucker. At the same time, Mr. stonemason tugged on her nipple rings, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her backtalk with hard thrusts, drivel running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't await away as the sexy Mr. John Fitzgerald 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 puss squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such toughness. His stopcock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love married, white cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't roll in the hay you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to cause sure my daughter won. My twat ached, his every thrust building me towards my own explosive sexual climax."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my heart locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old deviate fucked her hard. They used her body for their lewd pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. President John F. Kennedy seized my right knocker in his tight clutches. His boneheaded finger's breadth sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The silky detrition sent Wave of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my essence. A massive orgasm 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, fingers clawing at his brawny pectus. I felt his set pecks. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock hard physique. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. Shove that tongue in my mouthpiece. I want to feel your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my regard from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hungriness. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my glossa dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouthpiece as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His manlike comportment drove me wild.

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

I exploded on his dick.

rapture surged through me. My twat convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My puss spasmed as the waves of ecstasy surged through me. My entire eubstance bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his book binding. It was rapt. I 'd never know anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my vision. I howled into our candy kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his putz. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. Spark of ecstasy 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, little cocksucker !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, ebony pig 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 care of Mr. Kennedy 's big cock. My pussycat writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every push. I gasped and moaned, my breast rubbing against his chest. My tit throbbed. Ached.

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

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"Liar !"

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

"darn, I love fucking a married charwoman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Waves of duskiness washed across my visual modality, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such prime of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my twat milked his orb dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me shiver. I clawed the coal black crap 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My slit rejoiced. I could n't commend the last time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

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

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

I blinked, rising out of a haze. I looked up to see something. It was pink and breach open. Patrick White swam in the shopping centre. I struggled to focalise on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy right on my mouthpiece. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her bitch. It flooded salty mixed with her angelical passion. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thigh. I shuddered as I felt my angelic daughter 's tongue lapping across my folds.

She licked the Shirley Temple man 's cum out of my profundity. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, diffuse and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my natural language darted through her folds. I scooped out the school principal justice 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's touchwood brimming in my twat. Her magnanimous breasts pillowed against my stomach, teat and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her form.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each early. We were lost to lesbian delight. I could see the justice watching us. They had their phones out, recording our depraved action mechanism. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no early mother would do something this wild to control that her girl 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 daughter 's goose. I groaned, the evaluator stroking their cocks as they watched us wriggle in Lesbian incest. My fingerbreadth dug into my daughter 's butt cheeks as I devoured my low cunt. Her cherubic juices stained my brim. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"female parent !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the skilful mommy ever ! Am I going to be a succeeder ?"

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

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

My orgasm swelled.

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

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a sweetheart pageantry caption. She would lift all the way to the top : young woman Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My girl lapped up the succus flooding out of my twat. She squealed, a import later her emollient gushed out of her kitty. Her wanton passion splashed onto my lips. The watching judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such wave of seventh heaven flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of ecstasy, I knew she would need to daze even brighter for the side by side contest. She would involve to have that pretty, slight clit pierced. The judges at miss Princess delectation needed to see her shining. They would revel fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our bodies. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my payoff. I was a commodity level female parent who helped her girl effulgence. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local program of Ms. Dazzling Bell mantrap pageant. It was displayed in a gloaming of water system at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the consortium."And the winner is ... treasured Jordan !"

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

The anatomy glanced at its following pair of scanty. The potential of this pair sent a barbarian quiver through the fig. These panties were cut minute. Almost a flip-flop. There was just enough fabric in the back for two Book to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letter of the alphabet contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the consummate place to throw away these off. Aching for another bang, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

To be continued in the succeeding narration of Mind-Controlling scanty ...