Converting the Family 2: Mommy’s Pussy-Slut

Converting the Family

Chapter Two: Mommy’s Pussy-Slut

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: An anonymous fan commissioned this story and allowed it to be shared. I merely penned this individual’s outline. Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Billy Purvis

It worked.

I clutched at the remote I modified. It truly mind-controlled people. My body buzzed as I walked through the halls of my college, my black-haired sister, Cali, walking on my right, her round breasts bouncing naked, a look of dreamy enjoyment on her face. On my left, the slender and blonde Vanessa, a senior like my sister, clutched to me, beaming, her blue eyes shining. Her small, firm titties quivered as she shuddered.

They were both my sluts. I’d fucked them both, cum in them both, maybe even bred them both.

A teacher stepped out of the classroom and froze at the sight of the two seniors naked clinging to me. Neither Vanessa or Cali flinched. Not after I gave them orders. They wanted to please their little brother, even Vanessa.

I pointed the remote at the teacher, pressed the record button. “My women can walk around naked,” I said as I changed his thoughts. “You don’t even care. Don’t even ogle them or pay attention to them.”

The teacher’s shock vanished. “Billy,” he said, nodding his head. “Brad, have a good evening.”

Brad, Vanessa’s twin and Cali’s now ex-boyfriend, stalked behind us. He’d spanked his cock while watching me fuck his sister and girlfriend. It was so hot to pound them both while he whimpered there so pathetic.

“Evening, sir,” Brad said as I kept walking. I felt like a million bucks.

And now it was time to dominate my new mother. I’d made Vanessa into my sister, so I had to convert her busty mother and sexy, older sister into my family. My harem needed more members. I had to convert Vanessa’s entire family.

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Katie Banks

The vacuum cleaner roared as I worked it across my living room, humming to myself. Movement out through the large, bay windows the couch sat before, drew my attention. Brad’s car pulled into the driveway. I smiled. Brad and Vanessa were both twenty.

And it would be just be me and my husband. Maybe I should go back to work instead of puttering around the house all day.

I turned off the vacuum cleaner and unplugged it. I was wrapping up the cord as I shook my head. I didn’t feel old enough to have all my children leave. I was in great shape for a woman in her forties. I worked out, keeping my body tight. My blonde hair spilled about my face as I finished wrapping up the cord as I straightened and…

“What the…?”

Through the window I caught sight of my daughter and her best friend, Cali, walking naked with that little troglodyte, Billy Purvis, between them. Cali’s creepy, little brother had his arms wrapped around them both. My jaw dropped. Vanessa clung to him, her hand rubbing up and down the front of his shirt while Cali was groping her little brother’s pants, squeezing his cock.

My mind whirled. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process this. What was going on? Why would my daughter and Cali be naked? Why would they touch that foul, loathsome boy? Billy was disgusting. His hair was greasy. His clothing always stained and rumpled. He spent all his time cooped up in his bedroom. Cali was always complaining about him perving on her, trying to spy on her.

And now he had my daughter naked. She was in public.

Brad opened the door. He was almost subservient, holding it open and almost bowed as Billy walked in with the girls on his arm. The filthy freshman grinned like he had won the lotto, a TV remote clutched in his hand. Both girls had their arms entwined about his.

“Oh, damn, I can’t wait for you to fuck Mom,” Cali moaned, her hazel eyes flashing to me.

“Yes, yes,” moaned my daughter. Vanessa pressed her small breasts into Billy’s side, grinding against him. She was… She was…

I had to say something. Put a stop to this. Had the little troglodyte drugged my daughter and her friend? Did he date-rape them with rohypnol or whatever? I couldn’t just stand here. I had to take control.

“Do you feel how wet I am, Billy?” Vanessa moaned. “Oh, my god, I need to be your cum-bucket again.”

“Yes, yes, our sister makes such a naughty cum-bucket,” moaned Cali.

“I do!” Vanessa whimpered. “Cali, I love it when our little brother cums in me!”

This couldn’t be happening. The room spun dizzy around me.

Billy just grinned at me. “I think Mom would make a great cum-bucket, too. What do you think, Brad?”

“That it would be so hot if you fucked her, Billy,” moaned Brad. “Oh, damn, I would spank it so hard.”

An anger swelled in me. This was disgusting. I glared at that pimply faced, little shit. His grin offended me. His hand was on my daughter’ ass, squeezing it while his older sister rubbed her tits against him, too. Both girls were humping on him now, moaning like… like…

He made my daughter into a slut.

“Billy Purvis!” I snarled and marched up to him. “You stop that right now! I don’t know what you did to my daughter, but I will not put up with it! I’m going to call the police! I know you’ve done something!”

“This,” he said when he pointed the remote at me.

The red light at the front flashed.

“I’m your son, and Cali’s your daughter,” he said as I prepared to grab him by the ear and twist him. I had to discipline my son.

I snagged his ear.

“You want to fuck me and your daughters,” Billy continued, such a disgusting grin on his face even as…

My pussy exploded with lust. I wanted to throw myself at the boy. To impale my cunt on his filthy cock. I shuddered, my fingers releasing his ear as I let out a moan. I had never grown so hot before in my life.

“You find me the hottest man in the world,” Billy continued, his words awakening in me. I moaned, staring at his pimply face. He was short, his hair slick, and his face was… Damn, my son was so hot. I wanted to lick him. I wanted to worship him. “So hot, you don’t need a husband. Right? Don’t need to wear that dumb ring.”

“Why would I need a husband?” I moaned as I pulled my wedding ring off and threw it to the ground. “I have the hottest man in the world for a son.”

“Your pussy is so wet for my cock and for your daughters,” he said. “Just a bisexual, slutty mom.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Such a hot son.”

“Not like Brad,” Billy continued, that red light flashing. “He’s such a pathetic son. He just spanks it while I fuck the women he wants. He’s a little cuckold. A beta male. He doesn’t have his sisters and mother so wet for him. He’s not a man like me.”

I glanced at Brad, who was groping himself, and shook my head. He looked so much like his father, save for his hair. I used to think he was handsome, with that chiseled chin and blue eyes, the face that would melt girls panties and part their thighs. But now…

“Look at you,” I said, sneering. “Why can’t you be more like your brother, Billy. He’s not pathetic. Look at your sisters grinding naked on him. That’s how much of a stud he is! He has his own sisters wet for him!”

“Mmm, he’s such a stud, Mom,” Cali moaned. “I’m so glad you understand.”

“This remote makes everyone understand,” Billy said, still pointing it at me. “Makes girls understand that they need to worship me. Right, Mom. Every girl needs to worship me, especially you.”

“Of course they do,” I moaned. “My son deserves every woman in the world lusting after him.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. I threw myself at him, pressing against him, to kiss him. My hands cupped his handsome face. I kissed him, loving the feel of him. My tongue plunged into his mouth while my daughters whimpered around them.

They understood like me that my youngest was such a stud. I wouldn’t have to worry about an empty nest now that I had this stud for a son. My pussy melted as I ground against him. My nipples throbbed. He was so amazing.

“Oh, yeah, Mom,” Vanessa groaned. “Mmm, you’re so hot. I wish I had your tits.”

“I know, you’re are so big,” whimpered Cali. Her hand slid down my back. She squeezed my ass, just the way she should. It felt so hot feeling my daughter’s hand on my butt, squeezing me as I kissed her sexy brother.

I could feel my son’s cock swelling and swelling. He was so hard. His dick throbbed and pulsed in his jeans. He must have the best dick ever. A shaft that has to be loved. My… my ex-husband always wanted something from me and my big tits. Something that only a real man deserved.

I broke the kiss. “I want to give you a titty fuck, Billy!”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Cali, Vanessa, eat yourselves out. I want to watch that while Mom gives me a titty fuck.”

“Oh, yes, I want to eat out my sister’s snatch so badly,” Vanessa moaned. “While you watch!”

“We’ll give you the best lezzie show!” Cali moaned.

“Oh, yes!” my pathetic son, Brad, whimpered in the background. He was lucky Billy let him stick around to watch.

“Just go sit down on the couch, honey,” I purred to my sexy son, my fingers sliding up to run through his lank hair. I shuddered, loving that I was touching him. He no longer disgusted me. Why would he? He was a stud. “Let Mommy love you.”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I love it when you call yourself Mommy. Do it all the time.”

The red light flashed.

“Of course! Mommy will take care of her sexy son with her big tits,” I moaned as he broke away.

My daughters fell on each other. As I pulled off my tank top, exposing my yellow bra constraining my large tits, Cali and Vanessa squirmed around on the ground. They settled into a wicked display of lesbian incest, Vanessa on top, her blonde hair, almost the same hue as my own, spread over her sister’s thighs, hiding her mouth feasting on Cali’s cunt.

Billy set the remote down on the coffee table then pulled off his own shirt.