At the same time, Richie was about ready to cum, as he popped his cock out of Candy’s mouth and let streams of cum fly across Candy’s hair, covering her in sticky goo. “Right. Tommy, taste my cum from my new bimbo; clean her up.”
Tommy did as he was told. He was totally under Richie’s control for now. He could not fight it. What would Richie do with him…?
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The department store manager’s office…
Mr. A. Burns sat back in his large leather seat, staring through his spectacles, his hands on his desk. was watching CCTV footage of Candace Owens, who had suddenly disappeared. Her parents reported her missing to the police a few hours ago, as it had been twenty-four hours since she had vanished.
He was a rather large man with a large belly, but was well groomed, clean shaven, and had his black hair in a crewcut; watching the footage of the last time missing girl had been seen. But there was no sign of her getting in the lift due to the camera being damaged with something heavy.
It could not have been accidentally broken, it must have been done on purpose, figured two female officers, in their starched blue uniforms and peaked caps. “We have no leads yet, but we saw someone coming out of the elevator about an hour later with two boys, but their features were hidden behind a cowled hoodie.
“Thanks for your time, Mr. Burns, and we will be in contact soon if we have any more leads.” The Officer gave him her number and extension, if he needed to contact them with any updates. Their next stop would be the MacVickers.
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Mr. Jeffrey Owens was a stern-looking man with greyish hair residing on top, scowling brown eyes, and a bad complexion. He was wearing well-worn jeans and a white shirt. His wife, Babette, was just under five foot; with a slender, hourglass frame; long, dirty-blonde hair tied into a tight bun behind her head; she had piercing, ocean-blue eyes. She wore a black jumper, which hugged her figure nicely, and dark yoga pants that showed off her a peachy arse.
With their oldest daughter, Bette, around five feet two, shoulder-length, reddish-brown auburn hair with a silver streak through it, and amazing doll-like blue eyes, like her mum. They were driving their old red Skoda Octavia Estate car, looking around town, seeing if anyone had seen their daughter and sister, Candace. With no luck so far.
Jeffrey was getting upset. “Where could she be? Even the police are at a blank, Babs.”
“I know, honey. Give them some time, I am sure something will turn up.” She reached over and gave him a quick hug. “Let’s go home, get something to eat, and clean up. Then we can go back out later, to try and find her,” Babette said, in her soft, husky, sexy voice.
“Yeah, you are right, Babs. She might have left a message on the house phone.” Jeffrey’s eyes were half shut watching the road in front, his mind a mess, with the thought of what was happening with Candace.
They were all out their minds with worry. They parked in the driveway and headed into the house, there was a message on the house telephone.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Owens, this is Officer Imogen Richardson the Cove Bay Police Department. We have no leads yet to your daughter’s disappearance yet, but we will keep you updated.”
Carol MacVickers was getting ready for work, as her front door was knocked on loudly. Baby Billy Junior was on her bed, playing with a toy truck. Billy was at work, Kevin and Anna were at college. Another loud knock on the front door again, with force this time.
Carol picked up Billy Junior and headed downstairs to open the door. Two female officers stood by the glass porch door, waiting on a reply. “Two minutes, just getting ready!” Carol shouted, from behind the door.
A few minutes later, she opened the door. She was still breastfeeding her son, who was latched on her heavy, large, engorged, milk-filled breasts; wearing a towel around her charms, to keep them from sight. “Hello officers, how can I assist you?” she asked, in a soft, soothing voice.
“Hello, are you Carol MacVickers, from the Cove Bay Mall department store?” asked one of the officers, as she took off her blue peaked cap, looking sternly in her eyes.
” “Yes officers, I am Carol.” She invited them in. “What is this all about?” she asked them, as Billy Junior suckled away on her lactating nipple.
“Do you know the whereabouts of one Candace Owens? She has been reported missing two days ago.” One of the officers took out a black notebook, and started taking notes.
“No. Officers, I have no idea were she could be; she said that she was meeting up with friends after work. I saw a few of her classmates in the store. A Tommy, I cannot remember his last name, and Richie… they are in the same class in high school,” Carol said, softly.
“Thanks for the information, Mrs. MacVickers. This is the best lead we have so far. Enjoy the rest of your day.” “The officers left and got in their patrol car with Cove Bay Police Department painted on the side. The police department only had a handful of officers in the small village of Cove Bay.
Ritchie and Tommy’s time looked like it was going to be up, if they got caught. What could they do now? The police would catch up with them sooner or later. But right now, it was Saturday night and they were going clubbing with their football teammates.
Tommy was now under the complete control of Ritchie, his so-called best friend. Richie had found out that women who inhaled the Bimbo Dust, it made their minds mush and transformed their bodies. And the dust made the men into willing slaves who only took orders from Ritchie.
Tonight, he had plans to use the Bimbo Dust on his teammates’ mothers, and if their husbands were there, he would make them watch what he would do with them. They had hired a private room for the football team, so they could have privacy.
“Tommy, looking forward to tonight?” Nettie, his stepmum, asked smiling, as she dished up some homemade fish and chips. They sat opposite each other at the kitchen table, she enjoying a glass of red wine.
“Yeah, sure. Is Dad coming to, as well?” Tommy asked her, taking a drink of water.
“Yes, of course. He is so proud of you boys.” She leaned over the table and kissed him on the cheek, and smiled at him with a wink. “So I think we better put on our glad rags on.” Nettie got up and headed upstairs to get changed.
Her wardrobe was full of expensive dresses and designer labels, which all were pressed and on hangers, with a shelf underneath for all her shoes and trainers, still in boxes. She laid down a black dress on the four-poster king-size bed.
Ready for tonight’s festivity…
Ritchie got to the club early to check everything was going to plan. He had the Bimbo Dust in a sealed bag in his jeans pocket, which he was going to pour into the air vents when everyone had arrived. He was thinking of what kind of results it would have.
As he viewed the menu with his mum, she grabbed onto his arm, cuddling tightly, wearing a tightly wrapped red dress, showing ample cleavage without panties or bra, as her nipples were hard underneath the flimsy dress. This was making Ritchie very horny. His mum rubbing her body up and down on his groin, he pushed her against the wall, making sure that no one could see them, as he pulled her dress up, showing her clean-shaven pussy folds.
Ritchie unzipped his jeans, pulled his shaft out of his silk black boxers, and pushed his shaft deep into his mother’s pussy. Grabbing her naked thighs, he filled her with every thrust, as she writhed and moaned, building up to an incestuous orgasm.
Surging through her whole body, it was flooded with animalistic passion. Raking her hands up and down her son’s muscular torso, she openly slid her tongue swirling in Ritchie’s mouth, teasing him, biting his bottom lip.
She felt every fiber of her body had goosebumps. She was her son’s whore, she knew that she had to obey him, that he would fuck the pussy which birthed her handsome son. With sweat dripping from her brow, her pussy clenched down tightly on his shaft.
Ritchie felt his balls tingle and contract, just as he flooded blast after blast into his mother’s willing pussy. “That’s it, mum. Take my sweet cum in that pussy,” he panted, as he fired the last of his cum into her wet pussy.
He pulled out and pulled his mum’s dress down. As his cum leaked out her creampied pussy and ran down her thick thighs, she stuck her fingers in, and then put them to her lips; licking each finger, in turn, to taste her juices mixed with her son’s cum, savoring the taste.
They headed outside and got in the car and headed home to get ready too return for a night of clubbing at the Cove Bay Night Club. Everything was going to plan so far. How long ’til something went completely wrong? Then what would happen?
To be continued.
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