Incest/Taboo Mind-Control Panties

The moment I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a text to the head judge, Mr. Mason. "I'd like to talk to you about making sure 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 moment later.

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

"Oh, yes, that's perfect," she said, her eyes wide. "My panties are tingling so much. I just know this is what I need to dazzle. I want to shine for the judges."

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

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a tall man with graying hair. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her pierced nipples poked hard against her tight top. She hadn't put on her bra. That was my decision.

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

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

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

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

"Show them, Precious," I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's a shame she can't show these off during the actual competition," Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald head. The Black men grin. "But... Seeing her in person."

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

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

I beamed with motherly pride.

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

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

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

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

"I know," I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge'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 black panties came into sight, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly letters. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the peachy rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my daughter's firm tush.

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

"I don't know if she has," I honestly answered, "but I'm sure she'll enjoy yours. Just lube up."

He laughed.

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

I turned to face the 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 perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed? It was a lewd delight I'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn," Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a moment later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Jordan?" asked Mr. Kennedy. His hand touched the hem of my sundress. "Are you getting a hot cunt watching your daughter 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 women a bit more... mature."

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

He ripped my dress up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my large breasts coming into view. I, too, hadn't donned my bra. My tits weren'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 nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my married body. The Black man worshiped my nipple while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Mason now had his face buried between her big, fake tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my sides, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the material 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 cheat on him so she could win. I had to satisfy these judges. My daughter needed to shine.

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

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My moans mixed with my daughter's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grin on her face. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples 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 pleasure.

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 sluts for so long."

"Enjoy," I moaned, Mr. Kennedy's naughty tongue 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 same bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter's hand. She clutched tight to me, her head turning. Her green eyes were glassy with pleasure.

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

"She is," I moaned.

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

I smeared my pussy across his hungry mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter's hand as he feasted on me. My large tits swayed while my daughter's fake tits jiggled. Her nipple rings 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 wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

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

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins!" I moaned.

He chuckled. "You can tell yourself any lies you want about why you want to 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 fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter's hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasure swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming orgasm. My moans mixed with my daughter's passion.

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

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

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Kennedy's hungry mouth. 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 tongue licking and lapping through my folds. He caressed my pussy lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His strong hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thoughts. Little 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 rewards for being a good stage 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 moment of this.

"Holy fucking shit," groaned Mr. Greyson.

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

Precious broke the kiss and moaned, "Yes! I'll make your dick feel amazing, Mr. Mason!"

"Good girl," I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter 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 back. 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 judge, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

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

"Fuck me," Mr. Reeve groaned. He was already smearing KY jelly on his cock. He stroked it, staring at my daughter's ass as she rode Mr. Mason's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my passion soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying, "Aren't you just a loving mother? You're getting off on your daughter being violated by those horny perverts, aren'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 wedding ring. "Ready to explode on my cock?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her nipple rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter's eyes widened. She let out a throaty groan 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 shaft that would ram into my married cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his dick. My pale fingers wrapped around his ebony shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to feel his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him!" my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason's dick and took Mr. Reeve's cock 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 love. That's all."

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

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

"Yes, Mr. Greyson!" Precious moaned.

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

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

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

My daughter's muffled moans mixed with the grunts and groans of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three judges used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake tits, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same time, Mr. Mason tugged on her nipple rings, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with hard thrusts, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I couldn't look away as the sexy Mr. 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 cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His cock filled me up.

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

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

"Yes, you love it," he growled.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my right boob in his tight grasp. His thick fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The silky friction sent waves of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my core. 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 muscular chest. I felt his defined 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 White slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, isn't she just a whore? She's loving their dicks."

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

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

"Yes!" I moaned.

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

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

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a good wife and mother. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I didn't do this, Precious wouldn't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My twat spasmed as the waves of ecstasy surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his back. It was rapturous. I'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

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

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges' cocks. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. Kennedy's big dick. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his cock into me, another wave of rapture sloshed through me. I couldn't believe 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. "Give it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter?" he growled.

"Yes!" I gasped.

"Liar!"

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

"Damn, I love fucking a married woman 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 darkness washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony bull's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My pussy rejoiced. I couldn't remember 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 voices talking around me. I heard my daughter pant, "Yes! I'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a daze. I looked up to see something. It was pink and gaping open. White swam in the center. I struggled to focus on it as--

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

She licked the Black man's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her folds. I scooped out the head judge's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy's spunk brimming in my twat. Her large breasts pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

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

Our tongues plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their cocks as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My fingers dug into my daughter's butt cheeks as I devoured my first cunt. Her sweet juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

My daughter latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rump, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my pleasure growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this moment as they stroked their dicks with their other hands. 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 folds 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 tongue danced around my clit. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a beauty pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top: Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

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

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

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

I'd never been happier.

The figure chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell beauty pageant. It was displayed in a fall of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool. "And the winner is... Precious Jordan!"

The nineteen-year-old redhead gasped in "shock." If the figure hadn'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 figure glanced at its next pair of panties. The potential of this pair sent a wild shudder through the figure. These panties were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the back for two words to be printed: Wild Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

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