Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 1: Mommy Takes Charge

Lesbian Mind Control Incest
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter One: Mommy Takes Charge
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to Ron for beta reading this!

I thought today couldn’t get worse. And then I pulled into my driveway and discovered my eldest daughter Alison had thrown a party.

What was supposed to be the start of my weekend long vacation with my lover, Bianca Carter in Las Vegas had turned sour. The drive from our home in Thousand Oaks, a suburb outside Los Angeles, to Vegas had gone great. We were laughing and flirting, rubbing are hands all over each other’s thighs as we took turns driving. My pussy was so hot and wet.

It was great to be open about our relationship, to not hide that we were lesbians. It was stressful, particularly hiding it from our daughters. I had two and Bianca had one. My eldest, Alison, and her daughter Lily were both nineteen. They were best friends. And they were driving us both crazy. They were so rebellious. They didn’t listen any longer. They stayed out late. I had caught Alison coming home a dozen times with booze on her breath.

I was worried she would do something stupid while we were gone. But Bianca convinced me otherwise. “Maria, darling, we have the hotel already rented, money for gambling, for seeing some of the Burlesque shows Let’s go have fun! Our daughters will survive a weekend.”

At least Janet, my youngest at eighteen, was responsible. She was a quiet girl who didn’t get in trouble, unlike Alison. So I acquiesced. We left for our “girls weekend” as we told everyone, faking that we were close friends instead of the truth—that we were lesbian lovers.

It was only a few hours drive to Vegas, we arrived, checked into our hotel, and then we hit the casino floor. Bianca was having a great time, drinking, gambling, and flirting. That was the problem. She was flirting with everyone. And not with women, but with the men.

I couldn’t believe how shameless she was. She claimed she had forsworn men, and then there she was, pressing up against them at the craps table, blowing on their dices, practically fondling their cocks while I watched, growing steamier and steamier.

I should have said something earlier, before she got too drunk. But I wasn’t good at the whole confrontation thing. I just…lacked the confidence. It was probably the real reason Alison could just walk over me.

Finally, after a few hours of watching her grind between two guys as they gallivanted about the casino floor, I tried to talk to her. And what did she do? Tried to get me to join in. “This is my friend, Maria.” She pulled me closer to her. “Mmm, I bet the four of us could have some real fun.”

“I’m gay, remember,” I hissed at her. “Like you told me you are. I thought we were here for fun.”

“We are,” she purred, pressing up against the tall, swarthy guy, his hands on her ass. “And we’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we?”

The guys laughed, eager.

“I thought we were here to have fun together. Just me and you. A girls’ weekend.”

“Oh, honey, we play together all the time.” She giggled, her words partly slurred. “Oh, no, did you think…? Did you think that we were doing more than just passing time? Oh, Maria, darling.”

The words had sobered me. I thought we did have something. A relationship. Girlfriends. “Apparently, I was wrong.” The words came out like ice. My blood was chilled. “Sorry.”

“Forgiven,” she laughed. “Come on upstairs with us. We can give the men a show. I’ll go down on you, you go down on me, then you can watch them both fuck me.” She laughed. “Or you can enjoy one of them while I take the other.”

The other guy—a tall, blond meathead—gave me a hungry smile, looking up and down my body in my low-cut blouse and short skirt. Something I wore for Bianca to admire. I even had a brand new pair of panties, practically a thong, and with lace along the leg bands. I was so eager to see her reaction when she saw me in them.

“No. We came here to have fun together. Just me and you.”

“Tomorrow,” she said, shaking her head.

“There won’t be a tomorrow,” I told her as the two men led her away, both eager to ravish her curvy ass. Her auburn hair bounced about her shoulders. God, she was so beautiful. Her stretchy, red dress clung to that rear. And her legs were so long and lush. “I’m going home.”

“No you’re not.” She rolled her eyes. And then she waved at me before she vanished.

I was so angry I did it. I got my car and drove home. I didn’t care. She could get a ride back from blond meathead or swarthy asshole. I hadn’t even made it off the strip before the tears started. My mascara ran as sped back home.

And found an even worse surprise.

Music thudded out of my house. All the lights were on. Youths crowded the porch holding red plastic cups. I opened my car door and slammed it, gripping my purse in my hand as I marched up to the door.

The youths saw me. They realized who I was. They bolted.

I entered the house, finding more lounging around, dancing to the horrid music or cheering a cheerleader, complete in her cheer outfit, on as she did a keg stand. There was a keg in my house. How did Alison rent that?

“Out of my house!” I hissed.

Youths streamed past me as I marched into the living room. It was even worse in here. There was a group cheering while two guys were on the couch, pleasure crossing their faces. One was Black, the other White, both with the large builds of football players. My daughter and Lily were on their knees before them, giving them blowjobs.

Alison’s eyes flicked up and froze in mid-suck on the Black guy’s cock. Her friend Lily, a youthful copy of her mother but with brighter red hair than Bianca’s darker auburn, kept slobbering up and down the White boy’s cock.

“Not going to win that way, Alison,” the Black guy groaned.

Alison popped her mouth off his dick, her cheeks pale. “Mom?”

At the word, “Mom,” the watching youths suddenly scattered, leaving in their wake a mound of red plastic cups. There were stains on my beige carpet. There were cups on my coffee table without coasters. Someone had spilled an entire bag of chips on my ottoman, the yellow-orange dust worked into the fibers.

“Alison Lisa Talon,” I fumed as the Black guy yanked up his pants and darted out of the room.

Lily popped her mouth off the White guy’s cock. He bolted, too, his dick flopping before him. Lily gave a look at her friend, then she, too, hopped to her feet and tried to escape. I caught her and pushed her back towards my daughter.

“What are you…?” my words trailed off. The vanishing youths revealed my youngest daughter, Janet, lying passed out on the floor, her head cocked to the side, her glasses askew, her hand still clutching a red plastic cup. “You gave your little sister beer.”

“She loved it,” Alison said. “But she never drank it before and…” My daughter shook her home. “Oh, my god, Mom, why are you home? You’ve ruined my party.”

“Ruined your party?” I stared at her in shock. “Look at my house!”

Alison shrugged. She was a tall girl, taller than me now, and leggy in the tight shorts she wore. She had an athletic build, her small breasts covered by a tank top. It was clear she wore no bra. She pushed her black hair back off her shoulders and glared at me, her plump lips pursing. “You don’t understand. Oh, my god, all my friends are going to think I’m lame now. It was just getting started.”

“Oh, it looked like plenty was starting,” I scathed. “You were being filmed!”

“It was a blowjob contest, Mom, jeez.” She rolled her eyes in that exaggerated manner only a nineteen-year-old girl can perform. “Don’t pretend to be such a saint. You were my age when you had me.”

I blushed. “That’s not the point.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, right. You discovered having fun sucks, so you never want me to have any.”

Lily just squirmed beside Alison. “Did, um, my mom come back with you, Ms. Talon?”

“No, she’s still in Vegas,” I growled. This had to be all Lily’s fault. She was a bad influence on my daughter. Just a whore like her mother. I bet it was her idea for the blowjob competition.

“Oh,” Lily said.

“Mom doesn’t like having fun. That’s why she’s back,” Alison said.

I ground my teeth. “I like having fun. I don’t like coming home and finding my house destroyed. I knew I couldn’t trust you to be alone over the weekend.”

“Oh, my god, Mom. I’m nineteen. I’m an adult. You can stop babying me!”

“I can’t. Not when you let your little sister drink herself unconscious.” I shook my head, frustrated tears burning in my eyes.

“Oh, she’s fine. She’s eighteen. I got drunk the first time younger than her. It’s time she grows up and stops trying to be like you.” Then Alison turned, marching down the hallway.

“Come back here!” I shouted. “And clean up this damned mess. Then I’m taking away your phone. I’m not paying for you to—”

Her bedroom door slammed hard.

Lily swallowed, standing awkwardly, rubbing her hands together. She didn’t know what to do. She bent down and grabbed a red plastic cup. “Sorry, Ms. Talon. It kinda got out of hand.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I sank down onto my couch and winced. The cushion was wet. I smelled cheap beer. I wanted to cry so badly. I wanted to grab my black tresses and rip out of my hair. Nothing had gone right today. Nothing. I could have fun. I wanted to have fun.

“Did something happen between you and my mom?” Lily asked.

“You can go home,” I said.

She picked up another plastic cup. “Sorry.” Then she scooped up a third. “We were just…enjoying life.”

My phone chirped. I pulled it out of my purse, wondering what worse news I could receive today. Maybe my dad had died. Maybe Alison’s dad wanted to visit. Asshole owed me so much back child support. Maybe it was my bank letting me know my credit card had been used fraudulently.

I entered my passcode and stared at the message. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen.

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