Bimbo Dust – New Batch Ch. 01

Bimbo Dust – New Batch

Please read Bimbo Dust beforehand, or else nothing will make sense.

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Please enjoy the story, kind regards Dogfart11.

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A young man was falling asleep listening to Father O’Hara. As they passed the collection plate around the room, he put in a button, instead of money, laughing.

Someone in front turned around. “What are you laughing at?” a stern-looking woman asked; she appeared prim and proper, peering over her steel-rimmed glasses.

“Sorry,” Richie said.

His mum, Isobel, shushed him, as she slapped her son, putting her finger to her lips. She was a God-fearing, very busty, five-foot tall woman, with greyish hair pulled loosely back. They listened to the rest of the sermon in peace. Richie had just turned eighteen; he never understood what the Father was saying. He and his mum came every week to the Father’s sermons, after his dad left a few years ago, leaving them both behind in their house at Wondering Chase.

After service, they left the Church of the Fallen Saints, and were headed home.

“Mum, going to football training this afternoon,” he said to his mum, who brushed her long greyish hair, away from her ocean-blue eyes, glinting in the sunshine.

“Yes, of course, see you for tea,” as she ruffled his dirty-blond hair. “Remember, do your homework when you get back.” And she walked away in her church suit and jacket which molded her curvaceous body perfectly.

He stared, and again wished and fantasized about fucking his mother like a whore.

As he rushed towards his house past the park and down the street, where something caught his eye. It was a clear plastic packet, with some kind of dust inside. It had a note on it.

“This is Bimbo Dust. Be careful with it. A single grain inhaled and you control any female you wish. Including your own family. Kind regards Jamie.”

He picked it up and headed home with the packet in his trouser pocket.

“Richie, you going to football training?” a voice called from behind him. It was his mate, Tommy Osbourne. His dad, Clive, was the team coach, and his wife, Nettie, was a MILF. She was Tommy’s stepmum. All the boys on the team had a massive crush on her.

“Yeah, just going to get changed, and I will be there, Tommy.” P

He waved and ran down the street to his house, that they had just moved into. It used to be owned by Kelly Smith and her son, Jamie; who moved away because of an expanding family.

Richie kept thinking about stories he had heard in school about the Smiths, that Jamie had gotten one of his teachers and a local girl Sheila Hoverman, both pregnant at the same time. He thought to himself what a legend Jamie was. But that was a good while back.

Once back home, he got the Bimbo Dust out of his pocket, sat it on his bedside table, and got ready for his football training. He thought he would try out dust on his own mother, no harm in trying; what was the worst thing that could happen…

Richie did take some Bimbo Dust with him to his football training, as there were always sexy girls that came and watched them play; normally, bratty little girls, but some of the soccer mums were pure MILFs, and he could not stop thinking dirty thoughts about his mates’ mothers.

As they played the first half, he noticed the woman with a stern face watching, from the fence behind the goalposts, where she was walking her dog. He lost control as he was dribbling the ball around cones.

“Richie, concentrate on the ball, not the clouds,” his coach shouted from the sidelines.

“Sorry about that, Coach Callen.” Which snapped him out of his daydreaming, making him concentrate on the rest of the training.

“Right. Five laps around the pitch and then we will call it a night,” Coach Callen ordered.

Although Richie was pretty fit, he was quite small compared to his teammates, as he tried to keep up with them, but he was out of breath and panting.

Sweating buckets, they all headed for the showers. Stripping out their orange and black kits, they entered the showers, and began soaping their muscular torsos, talking small talk.

“Tommy, you going clubbing next weekend, see if we get lucky?” one of the other teammates known as Bangs, his real name was Eddie, asked.

“Yeah, maybe. How about you, Richie?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, that’s sounds good, Tommy,” he said, drying himself off with his blue towel and slipping his boxers on. He was thinking about Eddie’s stepmum, Nettie, but then the image in his mind changed to his own mother, Isobel.

He quickly got changed, and headed out changing room. “Right, see you next week, guys.” Trying not to think about his own mother like that, but the feelings were getting stronger and overwhelmed him in an incestuous pleasure; he rushed out, nearly knocking down Coach in the hall.

“Hey! Richie, what is your rush?” Coach Callen asked.

“Nothing. Just got to get back for dinner,” he replied, as he rushed by.

He was headed back home to try the Bimbo Dust– to see what, if anything, it would actually do.

When he got home, his mum had company; there was a nun sitting there in the living room.

“Speaking of the devil, here he is,” his mum said. “This is Sister Abigail of the Church of the Fallen Saints. She came here to see how we are getting on in the new neighborhood.” The mother proudly smiled at her son.

“Oh, what a strong, handsome young man you have,” the Sister said, smiling at Richie, wearing her starched wimple and veils, with a white tunic vest and dark brown dress. “So, Richard, I hear you play football for your school team.”

“Yes, Sister Abigail, I do for now. But I’m thinking about going to university next year, so I need the grades.” He smiled. “So, is it just you and the Father at the church?”

She nodded. She was wide in the hips, and top heavy in her bust, making her back sore. She must have been in her mid-thirties and had a glowing complexion. Richie could not believe the size of her breasts. “So, if you need anything let me know. And I can come over anytime.”

“Nice to meet you, Sister. Hopefully, we’ll meet again soon,” Isobel said, as Sister Abigail got up and headed out back to the church. Richie was watching the Sister’s thick buttocks wobbling, as she walked past him; without his mum noticing.

After dinner, Isobel sat with her feet up, watching the news on television, doing a crossword, waiting for the washing machine to finish its load.

Richie was sitting opposite her, doing his homework for the morning. He had the dust in his pocket from earlier, and was toying with the thought of using it on his mum. Should I, or shouldn’t I, he thought to himself, in the back of his mind.

“Mum, can you help me with this a minute? I am stuck on this question.”

As his mum got up, came over, and sat next to him, his hand slipped into his pocket. With his mum’s attention on his homework, he took some Bimbo Dust in his hand, and blew some in her face; she inhaled it straight away.

Like a subliminal message straight to her brain, which took away her powers of reason and rational thought, and made her pliant to obey her son. She just wanted to fuck her son’s cock. It seemed to reboot her brain and body.

She seemed to be hypnotized, her eyes turned white, her mouth gaped open, as if she was in trance-like state for a few seconds. She grabbed her son, Richie, and started kissing him passionately on the lips, forcing her long, pink tongue down his throat. Her hands were pulling his pants and boxers off with primal animalistic urges.

Giggling like a little girl, she said, “I want my absolutely sorta big handsome boy to fuck hiz bimbo mummy.”

She started wanking his cock, and popped his shaft in her wet mouth.

He was going to pull her off, but she felt so good sucking on his cock between her lustful lips, drooling excessively, licking his shaft deep with hollowing her cheeks and humming to make her own son cum deep inside her mouth. Her breasts seemed to expand, getting bigger and firmer; her nipples were unusually sensitive, and the areolas had gotten slightly larger, too. Her waist had tightened; her lips became more pouty and shocking pink; she was a totally pliant bimbo for her son’s cock.

He could not believe what was happening; he never believed that the dust would have such effects. Wow, he thought, what he could do with his newfound Bimbo Dust. He knew it was wrong, but the urge was just too great to dismiss.

He pulled his cock out of his mother’s mouth with a pop. As she licked her pouting lips with a long, pink tongue, he pushed her onto all fours, ripping her church suit off her, exposing her new Bimbo body to him. Her breasts had expanded a few cup sizes; now more like footballs, and not melons. Her face seemed young, with the glowing complexion of a teenager. Her ocean-blue eyes were staring at her son, with no thoughts of her own, except for Richie’s cock.

As he slapped her rump buttocks from behind, the other hand groped her right breast jiggling and swaying under her; then he pushed his shaft deep into her pussy, teasing her with each stroke of his eight-inch shaft.

She began to pant in her husky voice. “Thatz it, Richie, take yur bimbo mummy in her bum bum. Want to do naughty thingz with yur dicky in me!” Isobel shouted out.

As he pulled out of her wet pussy, which was left gaping and willing, he thrust his cock deep past her anal ring. Making her feel every thrust, he still could not believe the effects of the Bimbo Dust on his own mother, with her moaning loudly, as his shaft was deep in her butthole.

She loved the feeling of her son’s shaft deep in her backside, clenching down tight with her butt cheeks, making her son cum deep inside her; overtaking her every fiber of her being, making her writhe and tingle. With eyes crossed, and her tongue sticking out, Richie grabbed her long greying hair which forced his shaft deeper into his mum’s butthole. Her brain power had disappeared, making her a total air-headed bimbo.

As he unloaded streams of cum deep inside her ass, she felt every pulse and squirt; her body writhed and she moaned in a blissful pleasured state. Having her son deep inside of her, gave her a peaceful feeling; she collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep like a child, snoring like a pig.