Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 4: Daughter’s Wicked Command by mypenname3000

Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 4: Daughter’s Wicked Command by mypenname3000

Explore the intriguing dynamics of power and desire in 'Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 4: Daughter's Wicked Command' by mypenname3000. Dive into a provocative adult tale that delves into complex relationships and forbidden fantasies. Discover the twists and turns of this erotic story that pushes boundaries and captivates the imagination.<br/>

Bess uses her mind control to give her parents a wicked command!

Submissive Incest Mind Control

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Four: Daughter’s Wicked Command

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

My thoughts whirled as I squirmed atop my cousin—my sister!—bound to her body. Her eyes danced wildly from the revelation that she was my father’s daughter. She moaned about the dildo gag. Our flesh rubbed together. Daddy’s cum ran out of my pussy and dribbled to hers, my clit caressing hers, my nipples kissing hers. The ropes held us tight together, our bodies squeezed tight. We slowly twisted, suspended from the ceiling in the middle of my living room.

I wanted to speak, but I had the same dildo gag shoved into my mouth. It was connected to my cousin—my sister!—the straps wrapped about both our heads with only a thin piece of rubber gasket keeping our lips from kissing. My toes flexed. My pussy clenched. My asshole squeezed down on the butt plug filling my bowels.

I wanted to speak. Never had I wanted to use my mind control powers more than right now. I ached to demand answers. My parents walked around my cousin—my sister!—and me, Mom filming us with her camera phone as naked as me, Dad’s cock wet with our pussy juices.

But I was gagged and bound, unable to use my new abilities. It was part of my punishment for wrecking Dad’s car today when I “borrowed” it.

If Georgia was my sister, did this mean that Dad fucked Aunt Louisa, my mom’s sister. Was she the one they called whore?

My parents secretly practiced BDSM I had no idea until I started dominating them into punishing me. Mom was his submissive slut. He even called her slut like it was her name. But there was also whore. Another woman. Was that… Aunt Louisa? And what about Uncle Wayne? Did he know that Georgia wasn’t his daughter?

I let out a frustrated moan. This was so horrible. I was being deprived the answers to my question because of this gag. And… And I felt my parents watching me. I caught a glimpse of my daddy’s expression, something in the firmness of his face, in his eyes, made me realize that he planned this.

This revelation was part of my punishment.

It was a true punishment. One that denied me the use of my new powers sent to me by that strange Institute. I squeezed my eyes shut, Georgia’s squirming stimulating my body. She moaned, too, equally frustrated, equally punished. Her fingers dug into my rump, spreading my butt-cheeks. She was my partner in crime in the events that lead to me wrecking Daddy’s mustang.

“Mmm, look at them,” Mom purred. “Father, your daughters are both squirming so hard.”

“Yes, they are, slut,” Daddy said, sounding so strong.

Mom was at my feet. Her hand grabbed my ankle, stopping the slow spin of me and my sister. Then it hit me. Mom knew that Daddy had knocked up her own sister. She was… okay with it. Aunt Louisa had to be whore.

“She wants to know so badly,” Mom purred. Her finger lightly stroked the bottom sole of my foot.

Sensations rippled up my leg to my pussy. I groaned about the dildo gag, my toes clenching. My pussy tightened. I squirmed more, grinding my clit into Georgia. Sparks of pleasure fluttered through my body as I tribbed my half-sister.

No wonder I always felt so close to her. We often were said to look like sisters even though she had brassy-brown hair and I had black. But genetics could be funny like that. It made our pussies rubbing together even naughtier.

It was a wickeder form of incest.

“Mmm, yes, Father, she’s just aching to know. Should we tell her?” Mom’s finger fluttered faster on the sole of my foot.

My cousin let out a loud moan like she was trying to shout, “Yes!”

Her thighs rubbed on mine. She humped against me, our clits sliding past each other. Our little buds kissed. Pleasure surged through me. She felt so naughty beneath me. Our breasts, hers rounder and softer than mine, pressed tight. Our nipples tingled as they brushed each other. I moaned, staring into her blue eyes.

My sister’s eyes!

“Mmm, Father, you made both their pussies so beautiful with your cum,” Mom purred, her fingernail stroking faster and faster up and down my foot. “Look at that spunk leaking out of them. It’s running from Bess’s cunt to Georgia’s. You have two pretty daughters, Father.”

“Yes, I do,” Daddy said, sounding proud as he circled us. “You want to feast on them, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Father,” Mom moaned, her voice so throaty. She kissed the bottom of my foot, her tongue licking it. “Our daughter showed us it was okay. Imagine all the times I could have licked whore clean?”

“Yes,” Daddy groaned. “Do it! Lick your daughter and your niece’s cunts. Feast on them. I want their pussies sparkling.”

“Yes, Father!”

Mom’s hair caressed my thighs as she moved closer to our pussies. The silky strands tickled me. The touch sent more sensations rushing up to my pussy and made my bowels squeeze about the butt plug. I groaned. I didn’t want my pussy licked. I wanted answers to my questions.

Georgia whimpered beneath me, her hips undulating in circles. The movement bit the ropes deeper into my flesh. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. More cum ran out of me as Mom came closer and closer.

I felt her breath kissing my pussy, wafting around my trimmed bush. I shivered, squeezing my eyes shut. She was only inches away. Now I just wanted her to eat me. My cunt burned again, hungry for her passionate licks. She would drive me nuts. She would make me explode in rapture.

Georgia squealed beneath me then Mom’s tongue fluttered up into my pussy from my half-sister. Her tongue slid through my folds, gathering Daddy’s cum staining my bush and leaking out of my depths.

“Mmm, they both taste so good,” Mom groaned. “Ooh, Father, your daughters taste so yummy.”

“Of course they do,” Daddy said. “Their mothers both have hot, depraved cunts.”

A loud smack cracked. Mom moaned. Daddy spanked her. That drove her tongue deep into my pussy. She wiggled it around, stimulating me. I shuddered, the pleasure rushing into my frustration, transforming it into a lusty, building energy.

The ropes creaked, hemp fibers biting into my flesh. It held me tight, squeezing me against my sister. I whimpered about the dildo gag, my tongue rubbing it. I bucked as much as I could as my mom’s licking drove me wild. I pressed my nipples harder into Georgia’s, zaps of lightning shooting down to my cunt.

Then Mom’s tongue flicked down from my pussy. Georgia whimpered beneath me. Her eyes fluttered. Mom’s nose nuzzled into my clit, stimulating me as her tongue pleasured my half-sister. Mom must have her tongue jammed deep into Georgia.

“Such good tasting pussy,” Mom moaned.

Her hands stroked up my thigh, sliding over the ropes binding my thighs to Georgia, holding us tight together. Her tongue danced over both our pussies. She fluttered up and down, caressing our clits pressed tight, making me squirm and moan.

I wanted to move so much, but the ropes held me so tight to my sister. Mom groaned and gasped. Her lips sucked on my labia, nuzzled at my clit. Her tongue touched every bit of me as she rooted through our cunts.

It was incredible.

I wanted to scream out how much I loved it. I moaned into the dildo, my saliva dribbling out, staining the rubber gasket. Lights danced across my vision as I stared into the universe of my half-sister’s blue eyes.

She bucked beneath me. She gasped and moaned, muffled by the dildo gag. She fought the same bonds as me, teased and devoured by my mother’s tongue. Mom moaned her delight, reveling in our pussies, in the incestuous delight of feasting on her husband’s cum leaking out of her daughter’s and niece’s cunts.

My fingers clenched into my cousin’s ass. I gripped her rump, unable to move my hands much. They were bound to her hips. She squeezed mine as she squirmed beneath me. My nipples and clit throbbed against her as the pleasure built and built inside of me, my butt plug stirring in my asshole.

“Just feasting on them, slut,” Daddy groaned. “And shaking that ass at me.”

SMACK!

Mom moaned into my cunt, her tongue wiggling through my pussy.

“You’re teasing me, slut, as you eat my daughters.”

SMACK!

“I’m so naughty, Father!” Mom moaned into my cunt. Then she slid down to pleasure Georgia, leaving me frustrated.

My cunt clenched and my bowels tightened on that naughty cone in me.

Then Mom squealed. I heard the slap of flesh, not a spanking but… The rhythmic sound of fucking. Daddy fucked Mom while she ate us out. I shuddered, wishing I could see his strong form fucking her, pounding her from behind, treating her like a slut.

Like me.

Mom’s tongue fluttered through my folds again. My orgasm swelled and swelled, fed by all the sensations assaulting my flesh. The rough bite of the ropes, being bound to my half-sister, the press of our flesh, and Mom’s wicked tongue. She danced across my pussy, teasing my petals as she moaned and gasped.

“That’s it, slut!” growled Daddy, pounding Mom so hard, fucking her with all his passion. “Make them cum. Worship my daughters’ cunts.”

I wanted to scream, “Yes!”

The pressure built and built in my cunt as my mom fluttered her tongue through our pussies. She moaned and groaned, her face pressing into our cunts, driving me wild. I wiggled my hips as much as I could, grinding my clit into my sister’s.

She moaned with me. Her blue eyes, glassy with delight, fluttered with me. Her fingers bit into my rump, teased by Mom’s tongue, too. Every brush of Mom’s tongue brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“Yes, yes, yes, make my daughters cum, slut!” growled Daddy. “I want your face drenched in their incestuous juices.”

“Yes, Father!” Mom moaned, her voice so tight as she took his dick.

I so envied her. I wanted to be fucked by Daddy right now. But Mom’s tongue felt amazing. It slammed into my pussy, wiggling around, fucking me like Daddy’s cock fucked her cunt. I squirmed against the ropes, my snatch clenching so tight.