Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 3 Daughter s Taboo Reward
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“That’s it, work that tongue into my ass, Lily,” I moaned, kneeling on my bed beside my wonderful, fourteen-year-old daughter Janet. She had a look of rapture on her face, mirroring my own, as Alison, her older sister and my eldest daughter, rimmed her ass. “You love my ass, you lesbian slut.”
“I do, Mistress,” Lily moaned, her auburn hair fanning over my ass like silk as her fingers clenched and relaxed.
I shivered as her tongue swiped across my asshole, tonguing and rimming it. Hot flutters shot through my body straight to my pussy. I shivered, clenching hard as I savored the sweet delight of my ex-girlfriend’s seventeen-year-old daughter tonguing my asshole. She was such a whore.
My whore. Just like Alison was.
“Lick my ass, you nasty dyke-slut,” Janet moaned, her round breasts swinging beneath her body, her black hair sliding across her shoulders as she rocked back into her older sister’s nasty licking. “Jam that tongue in me. Eat my ass. Oh, yes, you love it.”
“Because mom made me,” Alison wailed, her voice throaty with pleasure. “But, yes. I love it. Your ass tastes so sour and yummy, Mistress Janet.”
My youngest daughter shot me a glowing grin. Having our asses eaten out was the perfect way to start our Saturday. It was a new life for all of us. Everything had changed last night with the arrival of the mysterious Halo.
Who sent it? And why? Why choose me? Why did they give me the power to control people’s minds? I didn’t understand the motivations to the Institute of Apotheosis Research, nor did I care. Because I loved controlling people’s minds.
It was a thrill. A rush. A wicked, naughty delight. I was such a bad mother. I had converted my bratty daughter Alison and her best friend into my lesbian sex slaves and my youngest daughter, Janet, into my lover.
She was far better than that bitch Bianca. I hoped she contracted every venereal disease fucking all those asshole men in Vegas. I hoped they left her dripping cum. Cunt! I can’t believe I loved her. I can’t believe I trusted her.
My fingers clenched on the bedspread savoring Bianca’s daughter rimming my asshole. Lily’s tongue pressed into my butt-hole, swirling around my bowels. I groaned, my head snapping back, my black hair flying about my head. My large breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth.
The morning sunlight streamed into my bedroom, warm on my back and left tit. I wiggled my ass, drinking in the sun’s kiss along with the delight of Lily’s tongue. Her mother never would have licked my asshole. She always thought anal was disgusting.
And now her daughter was my anal whore.
“Oh, yes, you dyke-slut,” I hissed. “Oh, Lily, I bet your cunt is so hot from licking my asshole.”
“So hot, Mistress,” she moaned between licks. “I love worshiping your ass. Right, Alison? We love it.”
“We do,” groaned Alison, still fighting against my powers but unable to deny the commands I gave her. The Halo, integrated into my body, let me overwrite her brain waves or some sort of nonsense like that. I didn’t care how it worked.
It just did.
“We love worshiping your ass, Mommy-Mistress, and Mistress Janet’s ass.”
Janet squealed. “Oh, Alison, you anal-whore! Oh, that’s it. Mmm, lick my ass. You were so bad last night. You and Lily were such bad whores.”
“So bad,” Alison moaned.
My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I loved my new life. Especially with Lily’s tongue rimming my asshole. I glanced at Janet, and she beamed at me, her glasses slipping down her nose. She was so cute. So wonderful. Such a good girl.
I leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Our tongues met, dueled. We moaned into each other’s mouths as the pleasure of our sex slaves rimming our assholes shot through us. It was wonderful. This naughty, wet heat that rippled through me, making my nipples ache.
Janet gasped, breaking the kiss. “Oh, Alison, yes, finger my pussy. You’re being such a good slave. Good slaves get rewarded. And you want to be rewarded.”
“Yes, Mistress Janet,” Alison groaned, so eager for it and hating herself all at the same time.
“Yes, rewards,” Lily groaned and suddenly her right hand slipped down from my ass and three of her fingers reamed into my pussy. “We love being rewarded.”
Lily took better to being a slave. Alison objected to the incest. Which made it so sexy when she buried her tongue deep into her sister’s asshole and fingered her pussy. Janet’s head snapped back, her breasts swaying as she rocked back into her sister’s pumping digits, face scrunching with pleasure.
It was so hot seeing my daughters engaging in incest. The Halo had freed me. I could act on any desire that popped through my mind. All those time seeing my daughters as sexual beings, feeling ashamed for lusting after their teenage bodies, was erased. No one could judge me. Anyone who did would be reeducated.
It was intoxicating. I had no idea what I would do with my powers. But I did know I would enjoy myself.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, my body shuddering. “Ram those fingers deep into me, Lily. Make me cum harder than your whore-mother ever did.”
“I will, Mistress,” she moaned between licks then jammed that wonderful tongue deep into my bowels.
She wiggled her tongue around, eager to stir such pleasure through me while her three fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. The friction was wonderful. Pleasure rippled through my body. It had me trembling, swaying. I groaned, eyes rolling back into my head as I savored them. I drank them in.
Janet moaned louder and louder, her head thrown back, her face flushed with her pleasure. Her orgasm built and built. I shivered, eager to see my youngest daughter cum on my eldest daughter’s tongue and fingers.
Distantly, my front door crashed opened.
“Where are you, Maria?” a woman shouted.
I frowned, my body trembling, on the verge of cumming. Who was in my house?
“I can’t believe you left me in Vegas! You are paying me back for the $507 I had to pay the damn cabbie to get home!”
Bianca burst into my bedroom dressed in the same slinky dress I had seen her wearing in Vegas yesterday, though it was far more rumpled, her makeup smeared, her auburn hair disarrayed. She had fury crossing her face that then froze.
“Lily?”
Lily didn’t stop licking my ass and fingering my pussy as her mother stood in the doorway in stunned shock. Fear rippled through me. My ex-girlfriend stared at me as her daughter devoured my asshole and pussy.
In our relationship, Bianca had always taken charge. She instigated our fun. She bought our sex toys. Almost all of the ones in my collection were picked out by her from our local sex shop, Pink Pussycat Delights. It was her idea to go to Vegas for our girls’ weekend.
And it was her idea to fuck two guys and try to get me to join in.
“What the fuck is this?” she demanded. “Lily, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Eating Mistress’s asshole, Mom,” Lily answered, her voice choked.
“Stop that right now! She’s a teenager, Maria! What the hell!”
For a moment, fear held me. I wanted to cower against her anger. I never liked standing up to people. I wasn’t assertive. I let Alison run wild, unable to discipline her properly, and I let Bianca think flirting with other guys and propositioning me for an orgy with them was something she could do. She didn’t respect me. Alison hadn’t respected me.
Now she would.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped, my mind tingling as my brain waves shot out to hers. “I’m trying to cum on your daughter’s mouth.”
Bianca shut the fuck up. Her jaw slammed shut. Her eyes widened, panic crossing her face as she tried to speak. Her jaw refused to move, though her lips twitched. Her large breasts rose and fell beneath her rumpled party dress. She opened her mouth, working her jaw, testing it, but then she tried to speak again, and nothing happened, her eyes growing wilder.
“Just stand there and watch, you whore,” I hissed. “Watch your daughter make me cum. She loves worshiping my asshole.”
“I do, Mom,” moaned Lily. “It’s so delicious.”
“So delicious,” Alison echoed.
“I made sure your daughter wouldn’t end up as a filthy, man-fucking whore like you, Bianca,” I hissed. “She’s my lesbian slave now. She understands her place.”
“Worshiping Mistress and her lover,” moaned Lily. “With Alison, my girlfriend.”
I shivered, smiling at Bianca as she stood there, her green eyes wide in shock. She swayed, struggling to move, but her legs wouldn’t obey. The muscles in her neck twitched. She didn’t want to watch her naked, seventeen-year-old daughter make me cum.
I groaned in delight, my orgasm swelling as Lily’s three fingers pumped faster and faster. Her tongue churned my asshole into a froth. Ripples washed through me as I came closer and closer to cumming, my thoughts whirling.
Bianca had to be punished.
“Oh, Lily, you’re doing such a good job. Mmm, yes, lick my ass. You’re going to get such a reward today.”
She swirled her tongue faster, eager.
I stared into Bianca’s wild eyes. Tears beaded the corners. “Oh, yes, your daughter is such a good anal-slut. Mmm, she loves my asshole. She’s going to make me cum so hard.”
“So hard, Mrs. Carter,” groaned Janet. “Oh, Alison. Oh, you slut. Oh, make me cum. I ... Yes!”
Janet screamed her head off. She always came so hard, popping off like a firecracker. She swayed beside me, her juices gushing out of her pussy and running down Alison’s right arm. Alison moaned into her sister’s asshole, tonguing her hard, giving Janet all the pleasure she deserved.
She was such a good girl.
Lily’s thumb rubbed my clit. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her plunging fingers and my asshole spasmed on her swirling tongue. The two different delights met in my core. My back arched, my body tensing.
“I’m going to cum so hard on your daughter’s tongue and fingers,” I moaned to Bianca. “Oh, she’s such a slut. My slut!”
“Always!” Lily breathed between licking probes of my asshole.
Her fingers jammed deep into my pussy. Tears fell down Bianca’s cheeks. My orgasm exploded in my pussy.
My asshole and cunt both writhed about Lily’s probing body parts. Rapture flooded through my body. My hair whipped about my head as the ecstasy reached my mind. It was so hot. I could feel Bianca watching her daughter be my whore, pleasing me the way Bianca should have pleasured me. If she had been a good girlfriend, then she wouldn’t need to be punished.
And I would punish her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled to the ceiling. “You’ve been bad, Bianca. So bad! And bad sluts are punished!”
“Bad sluts are punished,” breathed Deidre Icke, savoring the newest revelation from the goddess. “Yes, yes, of course.”
The President of the Institute of Apotheosis Research stared at the computer monitor in her office, watching the spy camera placed in the ceiling of Subject 1’s bedroom. The new goddess head tossed back and forth as she came on her slave’s mouth. Apparently, the angry woman was the slave’s mother. And she had wronged the goddess.
“How will you punish her?” Deidre asked, her fingers plunging over and over into her pussy.
Her clothing was rumpled, her normally crisps business skirt and blouse wrinkled and stained. She had slept in her office chair, falling asleep masturbating to the spy footage of the first new god of the modern age use her powers. Deidre hadn’t expected lesbian incest to be embraced or that sexual slavery was something that should be desired.
But that was why she watched. To learn the revelations for the new gospel. Just like her dead guru, the amazing Dr. Henry Blavatsky, had wanted. Her eyes flicked to his picture on her desk, his wife standing beside him, both smiling. Neither had lived to see his dream realized.
But Deidre had insured it was a reality, pioneering the Halos.
A knock came at her door. “Mom?” Deidre shivered as her teenage daughter, Alexis, opened the door of her office. “You’ve been here all night and ... Oh, god, Mom.”
“Come here,” Deidre moaned. “The goddess has given me such revelations.”
“She has?” Alexis asked, her eyes widening. The sixteen-year-old beauty, her eyes averted from her mother’s half-nudity, walked towards the desk. “What sort of revelations?”
“That we need to have sex. Incest between mothers and daughters is a beautiful thing.” A grin crossed Deidre’s face. “And bad sluts have to be punished. Have you been bad, Alexis? Have you been a slut?”
The teenage girl’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the computer monitor. Deidre took her daughter’s hand, pulling her closer.
“Strip,” I said after recovering from my amazing orgasm. “And you can move from the spot, slut.”
Bianca, tears still falling down her cheeks, pulled off her clothing with alacrity, her stretch dress coming off, revealing her braless tits, her large breasts bouncing and swaying. I grimaced at the hickeys covering her soft flesh. The men had left their mark on her. She wiggled out of her lacy panties, her shaved pussy looking raw from being fucked all night by those men.
I grimaced.
“How much of a whore were you last night?” I asked.
She opened her mouth and let out a strangled gasp, eyes even more wild as she struggled to speak but couldn’t. She clutched her throat, her face growing red, her green eyes bulging. I gave a dismissive wave and told her she could speak again, my brain tingling.
“I was such a whore,” she said between coughs. “I ... I fucked five guys. They invited friends.”
“Mom, gross,” Lily said, cuddled up to Alison. “They’re men.”
“So nasty,” Alison agreed, her face twisting in disgust.
“And she was your girlfriend, Mom?” Janet said.
I nodded my head.
“Oh, you’re such a bitch!” Janet hopped off the bed, her round tits bouncing, and slapped Bianca hard. “You were my mom’s girlfriend, and you thought fucking a bunch of guys would be better than being with her! I would never do that to Mom.”
She was such a good girl.
“We were in Vegas to have fun,” Bianca said, clutching her hand to her cheek, fresh tears falling. “How are you doing this? How are you making me do things, Maria?”
“Because I’m special. I’m a goddess.” I liked saying that. It was easier than explaining dumb things about nanomachines and brain waves and all that technobabble. “And you had your chance to be at my side. But you showed your true face. You’re nothing but a filthy, man-fucking whore. A slut. A degenerate bitch. Five men in a single night ... Gross.”
“Super gross,” Janet agreed.
I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to my side. “Luckily, I have my princess now. I don’t need you, Bianca.”
“Fine,” Bianca said, holding her head up. “I have nothing to apologize about. We weren’t girlfriends. We were just fucking around. You’re the idiot who—”
Janet slapped her again. Hard. Bianca stumbled and bumped into my dresser. “She is not an idiot, you dumb whore.”
“You filthy bitch,” Bianca snarled and lunged for my daughter.
“Stop, Bianca!” My mind tingled hard.
Every muscle in Bianca’s body froze in midstep. She crashed to the floor, lying rigid like she was frozen solid. Her momentum rolled her onto her side. The command was so strong she wasn’t even breathing. I stared down at her big breasts jiggling to a rest, my anger flaring.
“You can move. But you are never to attack me, Janet, or one of my slaves, whore!”
Thoughts itched.
Bianca moved. She let out a mad wail, scrambled to her feet, and bolted out of my bedroom, running as fast as she could down the hallway. I grimaced, the acrid scent of piss filling my nose. It flooded down her thighs, dripping onto my carpet.
“Don’t run, you filthy bitch! Oh, god, you’re ruining my carpet.”
Bianca slowed to a walk as she reached the living room, but kept heading for the front door, moving as fast as she could.
“You can’t leave the house without my permission.” I shook my head. “In fact, get in the bathroom and scrub yourself clean. Especially that diseased pussy. Then you’re going to shampoo the carpets in my entire house for what you did. God, there’s a puddle of piss in my bedroom.”
“Such a filthy bitch,” Janet hissed. “Isn’t she, Mom?”
“Your disgusting, Mom,” Lily gasped. “I can’t believe you would ruin Mistress’s carpet.”
Bianca trembled, more tears falling down her face as she walked back down the hallway and then headed into the bathroom. The door closed. Her sobs were drowned out when the shower hissed on. I shivered, staring at the wet spots, the large one in my bedroom spreading.
“I can’t believe I ever liked that bitch,” I said to Janet. “I always had terrible taste in lovers.”
“Dad,” Janet agreed.
“Yeah,” Alison said. “My dad’s even more of a deadbeat than Janet’s.”
“She pissed on your carpet,” Lily said. “That’s so icky, Mistress.”
“It is,” I said. “And you two,” I glared at Alison and Lily, “have the rest of my house to clean after last night. I want it spotless. Janet and I our going to take a nice, relaxing bath.” I had a jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom, my own reward for myself I had installed a few years ago. “Have breakfast ready for us in a half-hour and clean in the mean time.”
“Yes, Mistress,” both Alison and Lily said, then the pair darted off naked.
The bath was so relaxing. No sex—I was a little worn out from last night, we were up late enjoying ourselves—but just cuddling with my daughter. She was so wonderful. I stroked Janet’s hair as she cuddled against me. We soaked in the hot water. It was heavenly. We stayed in until we were both pruny.
The house had already improved when we came out. Bianca, still naked and her body clearly scrubbed clean, fumbled with my rug shampooer while the smells of omelets beckoned from the kitchen. Alison was cooking while Lily busied herself in the living room, cleaning up from the disaster my daughter’s party had left last night.
After breakfast, Janet and I retired to the backyard to bathe naked in the Southern California sunshine while my house was put back into order. I was a goddess now. I didn’t have to clean up after other people’s messes. Never again would anyone walk over me.
“Mommy-Mistress,” Alison said, kneeling down beside my chaise lounge chair a few hours later, “the house is clean. And that whore is hiding in the closet crying. She’s not happy we took away her dress.” Alison had a satisfied smirk on her face. “The carpet is still wet, but drying from the shampoo.”
“No stains?” I asked.
Alison shook her head.
“Good.” I stood up. “Well, let’s get dressed. It’s time to go shopping.”
Janet pushed up her glasses. “Where at?”
I grinned at her as I stood naked, my breasts bouncing. It was wonderful sunbathing nude. I had never done it before. We returned to the house where everyone, except Bianca, dressed. I found my ex cowering in the closet, half-buried beneath a few jackets.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Let me go. I’m s-sorry I pissed on your rug. I was scared. You’re scary, Maria. And I’m s-sorry I was a whore. I d-didn’t think about how you w-would feel.”
“And that’s why you’re being punished,” I told her, brain prickling. “Stand up. We’re going out. You will not get more then ten feet from me. You will not cover your breasts or your pussy. You will hold your head up high and let everyone see your body. Because you are a filthy whore.”
“A filthy whore,” she repeated. “Wait? I’m going outside naked?”
I didn’t answer her. I just walked away.
Jackets rustled as she dove out of the closet to follow me. She had to stay close. It was intoxicating. Her big boobs slapped together as she darted to keep up with me. My daughters and Lily waited in the living room, all four wearing short skirts and tight blouses like me, no bra or panties.
“Oh, god, oh, god,” Bianca muttered as I opened the front door, the noon sunlight pouring through.
“Come on,” I told her, pointing.
Her hands twitched. She tried to cover her breasts as she went outside, but they wouldn’t rise higher than her stomach. She tried to shove them down to hide her pussy, but they stopped at her shaved pudenda, fingers reaching, stretching, but unable to hide her cunt. She stepped out into the sunlight. Across the street, one of my neighbors watered her flowers. She turned to wave and froze at the sight of naked Bianca.
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