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Dean reveals the mind-control device to his oldest daughter? And what does she do with it? Why, make herself into his slut!
The Mind Control Device

Chapter Ten: Daughter Mind-Controls Herself

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

I had the best day at church.

It was something I never thought I would think. Fun? At church? Those were places and concepts that did not go together. Unless you made love to your daddy in the nursing room while your mother and little sister were having lezzie sex nearby.

Then church was fun.



My pussy ached in memory of losing my virginity to daddy's cock. I sat beside him on the bench seat of his truck as we were driving to the computer part store. He had to buy more stuff. He was always building and tinkering and doing things in his basement lab. His newest creation sat between us.

Why had he brought it to church? He had been fiddling with it earlier before the potluck started.

“Dad,” I said, my hands stroking the closed laptop on my lap. The device was plugged into the laptop through a USB cable.

“Hmm?” he asked, staring ahead. He was a handsome man. Mature. He had glasses that gave him this teacher-look. But the hunky teacher that you wanted to drop your panties for.

He was a teacher, and I had dropped my panties for him. I almost giggled.

“Why did you bring this to church?” I asked. “I thought this was to help me study, right?”

I stroked across the top of the device. It was like a box but had places to plug things in. Dad said it would send out sound waves to help students study. My little sister, June, had teased me about it. I might wear glasses but I wasn't a smart student. I was average. I studied, but it was so boring. I'd rather talk to my friends about clothes or boys or makeup or gossip.

I only wore the glasses because they made me look cute.

“It helps you see things differently,” Dad said after a moment. He spoke cautiously. Like he wanted to make sure he said the exact right thing.

“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. It was like he was hiding something about it. That he didn't trust me. I squirmed. Or maybe I wasn't smart enough to understand it. I glanced down at the laptop. We had just made love, but maybe we weren't as close as I thought.

He sighed. “You really want to know?”

I nodded.

We slowed to a stoplight. He glanced over at me. I felt his eyes studying me. Considering me. Then he muttered, “Fuck it, the device works.”

I blinked at that. It was shocking to hear Dad just swear like that. He normally kept his language cleaner around June and me. And his students. I guess it was a teacher thing. I mean, I'd heard him swear around Mom, and when they were having sex, why, dirty words were flying.

“Open up the laptop,” he said and hit the gas, driving us through the intersection.

I did. The screen appeared. There was a program running. On the left side was a GPS map. It loaded for a moment then it showed us moving down it like it would on my phone. There were a lot of dots on the screen, all of them with a series of strange letters and numbers. Some were moving like they were in cars, others seemed like they were in buildings.

“What is this, Dad?” I asked, shocked. “It's like some spy thing.”

“So, in the command line, I need you—”

“Command line?” I stared at it. “What's that.”

“Where you type in the commands.”

“I don't just click things?”

“No, it uses a command line. Like with DOS.”

“Dos? What's dos?”

He sighed. “Never mind. It's the field at the bottom that you can type in. Just click the cursor there and then type exactly what I tell you. No mistakes.”

“Right,” I said and brought the cursor to it with the trackpad. I tapped on it and a little blinking line appeared letting me know I could type. “Okay, ready!”

“Type G 5 5 4 E D.” I did that. Carefully. “Then the semicolon. After that type 'acceptance protocol'.”

On my screen read: G554ED;acceptance protocol.

“Hit enter.”

I did. I stared at the screen. Then at dad. “Um, nothing happened.”

“Sure it did,” he said. “So that box is a mind-control device. It makes people do things.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, accepting it. “That's cool.”

“Not going to argue? Not going to say that it's impossible?” He glanced at me. “That it's science fiction.”

“Well, I mean, you made it, Dad. I don't know why you would lie to me. It seems like a perfect reasonable thing. I just wish it had done something.”

“Didn't it?” he asked. “I mean, you don't have any issue that it's a mind-control device that just brainwashed you into accepting that it can control you. I wasn't sure I would ever use this command, but everything else is working, so why not.”

“Wait, I'm being mind-controlled right now?” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that's neat. So, uh, what else have you done to me?”

“Don't you think it's weird that you suddenly think incest is okay?”

“Well, why would that be weird. Incest is...” I trailed off. “Oh, wow, you did that? You made me like incest and want to have sex with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding bemused. “How does that make you feel?”

“Well, I love it!” I smiled at him. “I mean, you just brainwashed me to accept it.” I gasped. “No, no, I brainwashed myself to accept it. Oh, this is neat. I need to do something else to myself. Mind-control me to do something else.”

“Eh, well, just type in those same six letters and numbers. That's you. Put in the semicolon then whatever you type after that, you'll do.”

“What was my code?” I asked. “G, 5, something, something, F?”

“G 5 5 4 E D,” he said, rattling it off fast.

“I was close.” I put it in, hit the semicolon. I stared at it for a moment then typed, Laugh for twenty seconds straight. I hit enter—

I burst into laughter. It was the funniest thing in the world. I couldn't help it. I gripped the laptop and threw back my head. The chortles burst and burst from my throat. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. My face turned red. My lungs burned. It was just hilarious. I was the fun—

Stopped laughing.

“Oh, wow,” I said and then panted. “Oh, Daddy, I made myself laugh.”

“Yes, you did,” he said, shaking his head. “Be careful. If you put in the wrong command, you could hurt yourself.”

“Right.” I stared at the screen. G554ED;. What to type in next? Then an idea hit me. always wet and horny for her daddy.


My pussy went molten in a flash. A wave of heat washed through me. I gasped, squirmed. I glanced over at Daddy, his crotch. I needed that cock. I shot my hand over, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his dick through his black slacks.

“Daddy, daddy, let's fuck!” I moaned, stroking up and down him. “Mmm, let's just get it on. I need your cock in me. Ooh, you have to fuck me so hard. Just slam that big dick in me. It'll be soooooo hot.”

“Jesus, Dusk, what did you type?” he groaned, my hand stroking up and down his dick.

“To be wet and horny for you all the time,” I moaned. “I'm so wet. I'm so horny. Just pull over and fuck me. I need it.”

“Damn,” he growled. “You can't do that. I can't fuck you all the time.”

“Just right now,” I moaned. “Ooh, I love your cock. I need your cock in me. I mind-controlled myself to be so horny for you. Like I'm your slut.” I gasped and then started typing. G554ED;slut for her daddy.


“Ooh, Daddy, I'll do anything. I'll suck your dick. You can fuck me up the ass. You can make me sleep with your friends. I'm your slut, Daddy. You can tie me up. Spank me. You can do all those Fifty Shades of Grey stuff to me.”

“You need to stop playing with that,” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot.

“Mmm, if that's what you want, Daddy,” I cooed. “I'm your slut. Just fuck me. Right now. I don't care who sees us.”

“I care,” he muttered. “There's like twenty minutes left on the device's battery.” He pulled into a parking lot.”

“Please, please, please fuck me, Daddy,” I cooed. My hands found his zipper and drew it down. I thrust my hand into his fly, felt his cock through his boxers. “Just right here. I'll suck it. You can cum on my face. All over my glasses. Guys like that, don't they? Brett always wanted to do that to me, but he's so boring. You're not, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Type this!”

I did.

G554ED,840F21;ignore protocol


“What does that do, Daddy? I moaned, putting his laptop on the dashboard.

“Everyone will ignore us,” he said and opened his cab door. They won't see us. Interact with us. We'll be essentially invisible. The fastest way to do this. We have like twenty minutes before the battery dies and it stops working.”

“Then let's do this!” I moaned and hopped out. I ran around and met him in front of his truck. I fell to my knees and attacked his belt.

“Dusk,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

“Blowing you,” I moaned. “Mmm, a slut should blow her daddy and have his cum dripping off her face.”

Shit,” he groaned, looking around. People were moving around us, heading into the store, coming out with cardboard boxes holding parts. None of them stared at a hot, twenty-year-old girl with her strawberry-blonde hair in pigtails as she pulled out her father's cock.

Pity. It would be so hot if they watched me be my daddy's slut.

I stroked my hand up and down his cock. It was beautiful. The perfect cock that a slut like me should be worshiping. I licked my lips, the hunger surging through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. The juices dripped down my thighs. I groaned, my cunt clenching with such need. I would do all these hot and wicked and nasty things to daddy.

I was his slut!

I engulfed the tip of his cock and soaked him with my saliva. I stared up at him, his brown eyes blazing behind his glasses. I nursed with such hunger on his dick. My tongue swirled around him. It was so much fun to do. I bobbed my head. I sucked and slurped on his shaft with hunger.

I loved him.

“Damn, Dusk,” he panted as a man walked by us, not even looking once. “You're sucking my cock with zeal. More than you ever have.”

But I hadn't sucked his cock. Unless...

What a naughty daddy. He'd been mind-controlling me more than I thought. It was so hot. I made myself his slut. He took my cherry. My pussy was on fire. My right hand shot down. I slid up my thigh to my panties. I rubbed at the wet satin cloth. I thrust it to the side and groaned at the sloppy delight leaking out of my cunt. I still had Daddy in me. His cum soaking in my deflowered pussy.

I thrust my fingers into him as my tongue caressed over his dick. I sucked hard. I bobbed, my glasses shifting. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped his cock. I frigged my pussy with powerful plunges of my fingers. This was so hot.

Pleasure rippled through me.

“Dusk!” he growled and then grabbed my pigtails. Did he mind-control me to wear pigtails? Hot.

He held my hair like handlebars. I nursed on him with hunger. I sucked and slurped on him, my head twisting from side to side. My tongue danced around the crown of his cock. He groaned, his chest rising and falling.

I pleased him.

My cunt clenched on my thrusting fingers. My excitement built and built with every plunge of my digits into my cunt. I stirred myself around. I frigged myself with such passion. His precum spilled over my tongue. It tasted so good. Such a wonderful thing to enjoy. I sucked and nursed with all the passion that I could muster.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm built. I ground the heel of my hand onto my clit. It was so hot not having a cherry any longer. To be able to plunge my digits into my cunt without anything to stop them. To reach into me while I sucked Daddy's cock.

“You're getting me there, Dusk,” Daddy growled. “Damn, yes, you're getting me there. I'm going to cum.”

A wave of delighted heat washed through me.

“That's what you want, isn't it? Yeah, you want my cum spurting into your mouth. You're hungry for it.”

So hungry. I ground the heel of my hand harder on my clit. Sparks burst from my bud. My pussy drank in the thrust of my fingers. My digits wiggled inside of me. That was wonderful. I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head. My glasses shifted.

“Almost there,” he groaned. “Shit, Dusk!”

I ripped my mouth off his cock and seized his shaft with my left hand. I fisted the saliva-soaked shaft while moaning, “Cum on your slut-daughter's face, Daddy!”

The man walking by didn't hear me say these naughty things. My pussy grew so hot. I was on the edge of my orgasm. I would cum right here in the parking lot. I pumped my hand up and down Daddy's cock, fingered my cunt, and begged.

“Just baste my glasses in your jizz!” I whimpered. “I'm your slut, Daddy! Your mind-controlled whore! Yes, yes, just shower me in your spunk!”

“Fuck!” he snarled and his cock pulsed.


Hot jizz splashed across my face. A line splattered over my glasses, obscuring my vision. My pussy burst with bliss. My orgasm shot through me. This hot and wicked surge of delight that sent bliss firing through me. It washed over my mind. It drowned me in ecstasy.

All while Daddy's cum splattered my face. Just the way a slut-daughter should take it. Lines of his spunk painted my cheeks and chin. Landed on my lips. I flicked my tongue out, savoring his salty seed. He coated my glasses. More and more of his cum covered them. The jizz ran down my temples. It was so amazing.

He grunted. Groaned. “Dusk!” he snarled. “Jesus, Dusk!”

“I know,” I gasped, riding my orgasm to the height of rapture. I hit it and hovered there. “Ooh, Daddy, yes! This is so awesome. Your cock is so amazing!”

He panted, his chest rising and falling. He stared down at me, sucking in deep breaths of air. I grinned up at him, feeling his spunk dripping down my face. My orgasm died to a buzzing bliss. But I needed more.

“Now you got to fuck me, Daddy,” I panted. I hopped up to my feet, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. I reached beneath my skirt, my glasses dripping with cum. More ran down my face. I loved it. I pulled my panties down my legs. “You have to pound me, Daddy.”

“There can't be much battery life,” he panted, looking around. “We could get caught.”

“I'm so wet and horny for you,” I panted and draped my panties over his still-hard dick. I leaned against his truck's grill, sitting on the pumper. I spread my legs apart. “Just ram that cock into me. Fuck your daughter-slut, Daddy!”

I pulled off my glasses as he stared at me. I licked at the jizz on the lens just like a slut in a porno would. Daddy groaned at that. His cock twitched, my panties swaying. Then he ripped those off and threw them to the side.

He pounced on me.

He was between my thighs in a flash. My skirt rustled and then his cock rammed to the hilt in me.


Dean Michaels

I buried into my daughter's cunt. She had mind-controlled herself into being my slut. Her strawberry-blonde pigtails swayed. She licked more of her cum off the lenses. It was so hot to watch her clean off my salty jizz off her glasses.

Her pussy embraced me. I loved sliding into Dusk's cunt. She accepted it. That protocol had actually worked. I wasn't sure if I would ever want to use that, but it was hot watching her mind-control herself into being my slut.

“Yeah,” I groaned, her legs wrapped around me. “You're my slut, aren't you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cooed, her voice so girlish and sensual. “Your slut. Always I love you, Daddy. Now fuck me like a whore! I'm your whore. Your cum-dumpster!”

Where did she learn these words? My dick throbbed in her pussy as I fucked her hard. My truck's shocks groaned as it shifted from the force. She licked clean her other lens, pink tongue gathering up my jizz.

She smacked her lips. “So good. Ooh, yes, yes, Daddy, use my cunt as your cum-dumpster. Just pump me full of all that spunk. Fire it into me. Flood me with your jizz. Just baste me. You can do it! Just flood me!”

“Yes!” I snarled, slamming hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her. I fucked her with all the strength I had.

She loved it. Her cunt squeezed around me. She held me tight. Her pussy gripped me. She wiggled her hips, stirring her tight twat around my dick. Her eyes sparkled up at me. She licked her lips, her face dripping in my seed.

“I'm my daddy's cum-dumpster!” she howled for everyone to hear.

No one cared. They all ignored us.

I shuddered, slamming into her. My dick buried into her pussy. I slammed deep and hard. I fucked her with passion. She whimpered. Moaned. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. Her green eyes stared up at me. She put her glasses back on, smeared in streaks of jizz.

It was so hot. So sexy. My daughter was my slut. I slammed to the hilt in Dusk, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. Her youthful cunt squeezed about me, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of my orgasm. When I would pump her full of all my jizz.

I would flood her.

Baste her cunt.

I would fire so much of my spunk into her. I would pump her full of my incestuous cum. She would drip with my jizz. It would be so hot. My balls slammed into her. She squeezed her hot flesh around my dick. That hot, tight glove.


I buried into her and froze.

“What, Daddy?” she whimpered. “I need you to cum in me. To dump all your jizz in my naughty cunt!”

“The battery's dying,” I groaned.


“Then you better fuck me fast!” she gasped, her thighs locking around me. “I'm not letting you go, daddy. I want to cum on your cock.”

“Shit!” I gasped and fucked her hard.

I pounded my young daughter's cunt. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I savored every last plunge into her. I rammed into that hot and delicious pussy. I buried into her, savoring her pussy wrapped around me. She held me tight. She massaged me with her juicy cunt.


I groaned, pumping away hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. I loved the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock, carrying me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That moment when I sprayed my cum into her cunt. I would baste her. I would spurt my jizz into her so hard. I would fill her with so much jizz.


“Daddy! Daddy!” Dusk gasped, her hot cunt squeezing about me. “Yes!”


“Cum in me!” she howled as she came on my dick.

Her pussy writhed around my plunging cock. Hot, tight cunt massaging my dick. My balls tightened.


The cum screamed towards the tip of my cock.


I threw back my head and buried into her.



“Daddy!” my daughter howled as my cum pumped into her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, I'm your cum-dumpster slut-daughter! Fill me with your jizz! Use me!”


I pumped hot cum into my daughter's pussy. Spurt after spurt of jizz that slammed into her. The pleasure burned through my mind. Her cunt writhed. Convulsed. She milked me. She worked out every drop.


“What is that?” a man asked.

“Shit!” I groaned. It was moments from dying. I fired the last of my cum into my daughter. I ripped my cock out of her.


It died.

I shoved my cock back into my pants and moved around my truck. My daughter stood up, her skirt falling around her thighs. The man looked over at me and blinked in surprise. Then he gave me a friendly nod and headed inside.

“Goddamn,” I panted, breathing heavily. If that had died a few moments earlier when I was cumming and couldn't pull out of my daughter...

“Oh, Daddy, I'm just full of your cum,” my daughter cooed, coming up beside me. “You can dump more in me. Whenever you want.”

“I'm tapped out,” I panted. The device was off, taking away my stamina. My cock ached.

“But I'm still so horny, Daddy.” She rubbed her tit against me through her blouse. “We could slip into the bathroom and I could suck your cock hard.”

I reached into the glove box and pulled out a box of wet wipes that my wife kept in there. I handed them to her. “Wipe off your face.”

“Don't you like me being covered in your jizz?” she asked.

“I do,” I groaned. So much. “But we can't get caught. The device is dead. The battery's out of juice.”

She pouted.

I had to get her to... “We're going to play a game.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“Yes. It'll turn me on so much if you pretend to just be my normal daughter,” I said. “No one will know you're my cum-dumpster slut-daughter. I'll get harder and you'll get wetter until we get home and fuck each other's brains out.”

“Ooh, Daddy, yes,” she groaned and grabbed the tissue paper. “I'll have your cum leaking down my thighs and no one will know it. It'll be so hot. God, I love being your slut, Daddy. Mind-control is awesome.”

“Yes, it is,” I said. I had so many naughty devices to build.


Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

“I had a great time with my son at church,” my friend Natalie said. “I mean, it was just so amazing to teach him about my body. How to pleasure a woman.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, this juicy rush shooting through me. I sank down on my couch in the living room. I wanted to just take a nap. I was so tired. I felt like I didn't get any sleep at all. June had crashed the moment we got home, but I had cleaning to do. “What did you do?”

“I blew him,” moaned Natalie. “I was in control, though. The entire time. It wasn't like with my husband. It was so hot to be the dominant one. I taught my son how to eat my pussy. Ooh, thank you for giving the nudge to go do it.”

“No problem,” I said, so free of all the guilt I used to feel for indulging in incest. It was so wonderful to have been unshackled from all of that. I was free to make love to my daughters. To watch my husband enjoy them. For us to share them together. It was all so amazing.

It made me so wet.

“I'm glad you're having fun,” I said. “Mmm, my husband and I enjoyed our daughters in the nursing room. They are such scrumptious things.”

“I need to get Mitch to do that,” panted my friend. “To teach our daughter, Samantha, all about the birds and bees.”

“Mmm, cocks and pussies,” I said.

“How to be a good wife and please her husband,” said Natalie. “But I don't know how to approach him. What if he doesn't feel the same way as me?”

I knew that fear. It held me back from telling my husband the true depths of my desires because I thought he didn't have them. That I was some sort of freak. So I buried them down for as long as I could until they exploded out of me.

Until I couldn't deny them any longer.

“This is what you do,” I told her, speaking seriously. “Feel him out. Find out if he truly wants your daughter. Watch him. Does he get hard around her? Does he stare at her? I missed those signals with my husband. I convinced myself I was seeing things. Or it was me he was getting hard for. Then, when you're sure, you pounce. Because... I think he will desire your daughter. I feel it. Incest is something freeing.”

“It is,” Natalie said. “I would love to make sure my daughter knows how to please her future husband. Suck his cock and swallow his cum. The different positions to make it great for them both. How to do anal.”

“Such a loving mother,” I said then glanced over to see a naked June before me. She sucked on her thumb, her pigtails falling down around her shoulders. She looked so cute and innocent, younger than her eighteen years. “I have to go. My daughter needs me.”

“Okay. Thanks for the advice.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my lust screaming through me as June advanced, nursing on that thumb. She hadn't done that since she was five, and now...

I hung up the phone, my pussy molten flames.

“If you like to suck things,” I said, I cupped one of my small breasts. “I have perfectly good titties right here. How does that sound?”

June nodded. Then she popped her thumb out of her mouth. She straddled my right leg, planting her furred muff on my thigh as she leaned over to latch onto my nipple. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on my nub.

I groaned as she did that. It felt so right. Flashes of my dreams from last night danced through my mind, that lovely family orgy that had filled my sleeping thoughts. I savored this. I stroked June's back as she sucked on my nipple.

And ground that wet-furred cunt on my thigh.

I groaned as my daughter worked her silky bush and dripping pussy up and down my leg. She smeared her cunt cream across my thigh. This wicked tingle shot through me. She nursed with such hunger on my nipple. Her tongue danced around my nub. She fluttered it against me.

“Oh, June,” I groaned, stroking her back. I closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful. If she wasn't making my pussy so wet and itching, I could just fall asleep like this. “Mmm, yes, yes, you like that?”

She popped her mouth off and moaned, “I do, Mommy. I like your nipples. And... I liked it when you licked me earlier.”

As she re-engulfed my nipple, sucking it into her mouth, I asked her, “Would you like me to eat you out again?”

She ground her pussy harder against my thigh as she moaned about my nipple. Her eyes stared up at me, so bright and blue. They went with her angelic face. I shuddered, loving the heat she smeared on my thigh.

“Mmm, but what about your mommy?” I arched my eyebrow at her. “Are you going to do anything for me? I'm getting all excited, too. My mommy pussy is getting all hot and juicy from you sucking on me.”

June nibbled on my nipple with her lips. Then she lifted her mouth. “I could... I could lick you, too.” Her cheeks went scarlet. “I dreamed about it last night, I think. All of us making love. Me and Daddy and you and even Dusk. Daddy put his cock in my butt and I licked your pussy and Dusk's. Sometimes there was daddy's cum in them. Like what you did for me after Daddy came in me.”

I smiled. “Mmm, eating that creampie was one of my dreams come true.” I giggled. “I had those same naughty dreams last night.”

“Weird,” she said. Then she squirmed. “Um, could we... lick each other?”


June nodded, her brown pigtails dancing. She rubbed her hot pussy on me.


June Michaels

“Just sit on my face,” Mom said. She was stretched out on the couch, her body slender like mine. Her boobies were small. They were cute. I liked suckling on her nipple. “Then you lean over and lick my pussy. We'll make each other cum.”

“Okay, Mommy,” I said. I liked saying that. It was so naughty.

I straddled Mom's head, my knees sinking into the couch cushions on the other side of her. My left arm rubbed into the back of the couch as I leaned over her. She had her legs spread, her pussy shaved bald. It looked so girlish. Her slit tight and covered in her juices. This exciting, tart scent filled my nose. It was familiar for some reason.

Like I had eaten her pussy before, but that was only a dream. This was reality.

I felt my pubic hairs rustling against Mom's lips. Then I settled my pussy on her mouth. Before I finished leaning over, her tongue swiped through my folds. She caressed over me. I gasped at the naughty touch. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my heart racing. It felt so good. And she smelled so good.

I pressed my face into her bare pussy. I kissed my mother's cunt. I felt so naughty for thinking of it with the C-word, but we were doing naughty things. Sexy things. I shuddered as she licked and lapped at me, her tongue moving, stroking me.

I copied her.

“June!” she moaned into my pussy.

“Mommy,” I squealed as she brushed my clit.

I did that to her. I stroked my tongue through her folds to her clit. I bathed her naughty bud. She squirmed beneath me. I understood why; I couldn't sit still. My body wanted to move, stirred up by her tongue swiping over my folds and sending such incestuous bliss shooting through my flesh.

It was incredible to enjoy. I moaned into my mother's pussy. I caressed her folds. I gathered up her tart juices. I wiggled atop her, my little titties rubbing into her stomach. Sparks burst from my nipples. The bliss swept through my body.

It felt so good. Everything I did was amazing. I licked at her and lapped at her and savored the taste of her. My tongue caressed through her folds. I gathered up all that yummy pussy cream. The juices coated my chin and cheeks.

“Oh, June, yes,” Mom groaned then she thrust her tongue into my pussy's depths.

Without my cherry, she could reach into me. She swirled around. It felt so good, I had to do it. I had to just thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirl around inside of her. This wild heat swept through me as I did just that. I plunged my tongue into her pussy. I twirled around inside of her. I savored how good she tasted.

So yummy. Just an amazing twat to feast upon. I fluttered my tongue around in her twat, licking and lapping and scooping out all the delicious, tart juices. It was so much fun to feast on her. I felt so good.

I burst into giggles.

“What?” she asked, her hands sliding across my rump. She gave my tush a quick squeeze.

“You just taste so good, Mommy,” she cooed. “Mmm, just a yummy pussy. I'm having so much fun licking you.”

I fluttered my tongue around inside of her. The pleasure flowed from my twat while I devoured her hot and yummy juices. I wiggled my hips back and forth, the delight rippling through my body. It was so great.

I felt so great doing this.

She fluttered back to my clit. She sucked on it. Nibbled. I groaned and squirmed on her, a rush of incestuous delight sweeping through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as she nursed on my bud. It felt so good.

“Mommy!”I squealed and then latched onto her clit.

She moaned around mine. We sucked and nursed on each other's clit. It was so naughty. I felt so wicked as I squirmed atop her. I breathed in her tart bliss as my pleasure grew real fast now. My mommy made me feel so awesome.

I was so glad I understood today that incest was amazing. That Mom helped me out with the guilt I was feeling at wanting to make love to Daddy. This was such an amazing day. My excitement grew and grew.

Mom squeezed my tush. She pulled me down hard against her mouth, moaning about my clit. My bud burst with sparks. I came closer and closer to cumming. I swirled my tongue around hers and then sucked on it.

The couch groaned. We were both shuddering. Both coming closer and closer to having big orgasms. I could feel it. Mom and I would just shower each other in pussy cream. I wanted that so much.

I flicked her clit. Nibbled on it with my lips.

She did the same to mine. We both groaned. Shuddered. My pussy grew tighter. Hotter. I couldn't take much more. Mom slid her tongue around my clit, caressing that amazing bud. Sparks exploded from it.


My pussy burst with pleasure. Juices gushed out of me. I felt them flooding out. Mom moaned. Her tongue lapped at my cunt while I sucked hard on her clit. Again. Her fingers bit into my ass. She shuddered beneath me.

Hot, tart juices squirted from her bald pussy.

I gasped as we made each other cum. The pleasure surged through my body. My pussy cream bathed my mother's face. I shuddered through the bliss. Stars exploded across my vision. I whimpered. Moaned.

“June!” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, Mommy!” I moaned, hovering at the pinnacle of bliss. “Oh, Mommy, this is so incredible. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she panted.

I licked at her pussy as I came down from my high. It was such a rush. I loved incest so much. With my daddy and my mommy. I would even love it with Dusk. She might be a bitch, but if we licked each other's pussies, we wouldn't have to fight all the time.

It would be wonderful.


Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I'd had such an amazing orgasm. I felt so sleepy. I leaned my head back on the couch, pulling away from her furred cunt. Her juices coated my face, those fresh and delicious juices. I shuddered, my entire body brimming with passion.

June turned around and then cuddled against me. She latched her pussy-stained mouth onto my nipple again. She lightly sucked on it, using it like a pacifier. I groaned, my cunt clenching from the naughty tingles.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a nap, holding my baby girl in my arms. Incest was so amazing. What a wonderful Sunday.


Natalie Meyers

My pussy clenched as I hung up on Kimmie. Was she going to have lesbian sex with her daughter? The way she purred there at the end. I swallowed. I had two children. I had never done anything with a woman—never even thought about it—but maybe Samantha needed a woman's touch in her sexual education, too.

Just to make sure she knew what she was doing. After her father started the process, of course.

And while Mitch was instructing Samantha, I could find Kevin and continue his education. A hot shiver ran through me as I headed through the house. I heard the sounds of laughing and gunshots coming from the living room. I peered into see my husband and Samantha playing video games.

They did that ever since she was a little girl. My husband had grown up playing them on that old Nintendo. He never really stopped. Samantha always loved sitting on his lap as a little girl and playing the controllers while he whispered in commands.

Now she sat so close to him. Far closer than normal. They were staring at the screen, grinning, laughing. He glanced down at her and she grinned back. She had a heart-shaped face, eighteen and gorgeous. Her black hair fell in a braid down her back, her eyes brown like mine. Kevin was a tall guy. Strong. His blue eyes flashed to me. He nodded.

There was an intimacy about them. Something I had never seen before. It was like the same shift that happened with me this day had also happened to my husband. I smiled, this wicked heat surging through my cunt.

Incest was amazing. It should be accepted.

“Can we have a quick chat, Mitch?” I asked, rubbing my hands together. My pussy was on fire.”

“Okay, let me just—” He scowled and Samantha burst into laughter.

“Got you, Daddy!” she said.

Daddy? She hadn't called him that since she was ten. It sounded so sensual, too. She was growing up. She wore a tight tank top and no bra. I could see the outline of her small breasts, nipples hard. My husband stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jeans.

“What's up, honey?” he asked, heading over to me.

I leaned in close to him and said in a hushed voice, “I think you should teach Samantha how to make love.”

He stared at me. Something cautious entered his expression. “Really?”

“I mean, you taught me a lot after we got married. How to please you. Imagine if our daughter already knows that stuff for her future husband.” I smiled. “How to deep-throat a cock or take one up the ass. Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and to always swallow her husband seed unless he wants to cum on her face.” I grabbed my husband's cock. “You mastered me. She needs to be prepared, don't you think?”

He glanced over at her.

“I know you'll make her feel incredible.”


Dean Michaels

“Oh, my god, Daddy, hurry!” gasped Dusk as she bounced beside me in my truck. “I need it. I need your cock in me. You have to dump your cum in my cunt! Please, please!”

“This is your own fault for making yourself always horny for me,” I told her, amusement in my voice. We had shopped for three hours, going to three separate stores. She kept it together, if barely. She was so horny for me. She trembled as we walked through the store, pretending to be the perfect daughter while she kept whispering to me.

“Just bend me over in the corner and fuck me, Daddy. No one will see us.”

“Let's slip into the bathroom and you can fuck my brains out, Daddy.”

“Just let me suck your cock hard and then you can fuck my butt for the first time.”

I'd already done that, but she just didn't remember it.

Now that we were home, she was frantic. As I pulled the truck into the garage, she battled to unbuckle her seatbelt and fling herself out of the car. She had this whimpering look of need on her face.

Then she threw herself out of the cab and almost fell into a workbench. She caught herself against it, whimpering and moaning. Then she attacked the laces of her dress. She worked on them as I grabbed my laptop and the mind-control device. I had a lot of work to do tonight, but she needed to be fucked. I'd have to remove the always wet and horny part.

She couldn't function this way.

“Hurry, hurry!” she moaned and then ripped off her dress. She had a bra on, her breasts bouncing in it. Her thighs were a mess of my cum that had leaked down her thighs from her pussy. She undid her brassier, freeing her round tits. She threw open the door and darted into the house. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

I followed after her. I caught the closing garage door with my hip and pushed through it. I passed through the kitchen to the living room where Dusk stood before the couch. My wife and June were cuddled naked on it, both looking happy and appeared to be napping together.

“I'm Daddy's slut now!” Dusk declared. “And he needs to fuck me right now.”

“Just hold on,” I said, shaking my head.

“Slut?” Kimmie asked. My redheaded wife sat up. Her body and June's looked so much alike. They were both petite with small breasts. Nubile and cute.

June popped her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. I blinked at that even as my dick throbbed with hard excitement. It was so cute to watch her do that. And so naughty because I knew what those lips could do to my cock. I envied her thumb.

“I'm daddy's cum-dumpster slut-daughter now,” Dusk said. “See.”

“Oh, I can see all that yummy jizz leaking out of you,” Kimmie purred. “I thought you two were shopping.”

“We were,” I said, plugging the mind-control device into the wall outlet. It had been charging in my truck, but I wanted to make sure we had no interruptions. I opened it and started typing. First, I restricted the device to only affect the house before I typed: G554ED;wet and horny for 840F21 returned to normal levels of arousal.

I hit that.

Dusk let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, my god, Daddy, did you just mind-control me not to be a horny slut for you.”

“You're still my slut,” I said, “you just won't be driven insane by being wet and horny for me.”

“Mind-control?” my wife asked, sounding confused.

72B2AE,40A0D4; acceptance protocol

“This is a mind-control device,” I said, staring at June and my wife Kimmie. “It controls people. It's why you all think incest is acceptable.”

“Oh,” Kimmie said, blinking. “Well, that's nice. I was tired of feeling guilty about wanting you to fuck our daughters. It's so much better when we just make love to them.”

“Yes!” Dusk moaned. “Mmm, Daddy came all over my face because I'm his slut. I mind-controlled myself to be his whore. Isn't that hot?”

“It is,” my wife said, smiling at our eldest daughter.

June just kept sucking on her thumb.

40A0D4,G554ED,72B2AE; reverse amnesia protocol

“And, there, everyone should remember last night,” I said, growing more and more used to the machine. I had been too cautious. I didn't need to wipe memories. I should have just used the acceptance protocol, but I was afraid of them getting out of the range. Finding my wife and youngest daughter naked without the machine active proved just how powerful it was.

June shuddered. She popped her thumb from my mouth. “Daddy, you popped my cherry twice. Both times were amazing. I love you, Daddy.”

“Love you, Junebug,” I said.

40A0D4,G554ED,72B2AE; will only use the mind-control device with 840F21 permission

“Now,” I said. “I have the parts to build more. I want to put them in other places. Thoughts?”

“Oh, wow,” Kimmie moaned. “You're why Natalie Meyers fucked her son at church and why she's going to get her husband to fuck their daughter. That's so hot.” My wife's grin grew so wicked and wanton. “Oh, I have ideas. Yes, I do.”

To be continued...
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