Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 2: Nubile Daughter’s Cherry

Lesbian Mind Control Incest
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Two: Nubile Daughter’s Cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to Ron for beta reading this!

My youngest daughter, only eighteen, stared at me, her drunk thoughts struggling to comprehend what I had just told her as I sat naked on the couch in our living room. My eldest daughter, nineteen, hid her head in shame between my thighs. Her face was covered in my pussy juices while her best friend, Lily, still licked at her cunt. Janet, my youngest, blinked her brown eyes, adjusting her glasses on her cute nose.

“What?” she blinked. “Take charge…” She swayed for a moment.

A surge of anger shot through me. Alison, my eldest, had thrown a wild party while I was out of town. I had come home early from my vacation in Las Vegas and found it in full swing. She had allowed Janet to drink so much beer, she had passed out.

Janet blinked again. “But… She’s licking your pussy, Mom.”

“Yes, she is,” I moaned, putting my hand on Alison’s black hair and pushing her face into my pussy. I still buzzed from the most powerful orgasm ever. It had been so hot making my bratty daughter lick my pussy to orgasm.

Thanks to the strange Halo delivered at my door, I had mind control powers. It was something to do with nanomachines changing my brain waves and allowing me to dominate others. I didn’t care how it worked, I just cared that it did. No longer would people walk over me. I wouldn’t be a doormat. People, like Bianca my supposed girlfriend, would not get away with hurting me any longer.

I looked down at Alison, her lips nuzzling at my pussy, her humiliated, hazel eyes staring at me. Lily kept tonguing and licking, moaning her enjoyment as she savored my eldest daughter’s pussy. Thanks to my powers, I had made both girls into lesbians. They didn’t like it, and they were both embarrassed at how much they enjoyed it. Particularly Alison.

“But…” Janet stammered. She rubbed at her head. “Am I drunk? Is this…a dream?”

“It’s not a dream,” I told her, smiling at Janet. She was normally a good girl. Getting drunk was her sister’s influence. I bet Janet just wanted to fit in, and all of Alison’s friends had egged her on. Made her think she had to get drunk to be cool. Then they just left her passed out in her tight shorts and tighter shirt. That garment molded to her round breasts. Though she was three years younger than Alison, her breasts were a full cup-sized larger, well on their way to being as big as my lush tits.

“So…she’s licking your pussy?” Janet shook her head. “That’s incest, Mom. You shouldn’t be doing that!” She stumbled towards us, fighting to hold her balance. “And why are you home? I thought you and Ms. Carter were on your girl’s weekend.”

“Bianca turned out to be a whore like your sister and Lily,” I growled. Bianca, Lily’s mother, was my secret girlfriend. We were lesbian lovers, or I thought we were. Turned out, Bianca was just “passing time” with me. I left her in Vegas getting double-teamed by a pair of meatheads. She wanted me to join.

Disgusting.

“So…” Janet rubbed at her head. “You’re having Alison lick your pussy.”

“She loves it,” I groaned, shivering as Alison’s tongue slid through my pussy lips. “Right?”

My brain tingled.

“I do,” Alison moaned, her voice so thick with disgust. “I love Mom’s pussy, Janet. She made me love it. She’s controlling us. She has magic powers or some shit.” Her eyes stared daggers at me. “She made us into lesbians.”

“Mom?” Janet blinked as Alison buried her face back into my pussy. She hated doing it but loved how good I tasted.

“I do have powers,” I moaned, undulating my hips as I stared at my cute daughter. “Come here.” Tingles raced across my thoughts as I held out my hand.

Janet moved towards me, blinking at Lily, whose red hair spread out across her shoulders as she tongued Alison’s pussy loudly. She must have her tongue buried deep into my daughter’s pussy. Alison moaned into my snatch, her hips wiggling, enjoying her best friend’s touch even as she hated being a lesbian.

My youngest took my hand, and I pulled her down onto the couch beside me, my arm going around her shoulders. She sat stiffly, resisting as I pulled her close to me. But not much. She was an obedient girl.

“You’re naked, Mom,” she blushed, my breast touching her arm. “This is…wrong. She’s licking your pussy!”

“You keep saying that,” I laughed, staring down at Alison’s nose pressed into my black curls. “But it feels wonderful.”

“But incest! It’s wrong! It’s illegal! She’s your daughter!”

I stared at Janet. “So? I can do whatever I want. I’m like…a goddess. I tell people what to do, what to feel, what to believe, and they have to do it.” I shivered. It was such a rush. “Isn’t that amazing?”

Janet’s brow furrowed. “I guess.”

I stared at her. “It is.” My thoughts tingled. “Say it.”

“It’s amazing, Mom,” she said, now sounding very convincing.

My arm slipped off her shoulders, reaching around her side and bushing the side of her round breast through her shirt. I didn’t feel a bra beneath her top. She stiffened, glancing down at my hand pressing against her breast. She bit her lip, her cheeks growing so pink.

“She’s going to make you a lesbian, too,” Alison said. “She’s going to make you her slut!”

I laughed, my hand growing bolder, cupping my youngest daughter’s firm, round breast through her t-shirt. I gave it a squeeze, loving how pliant it was. Barely legal tits felt lovely. “She’s not my slut. She’s my princess. She’s a good girl. Unlike you, Alison. You’re my slut. You’re my pussy-licking slave. Right?”

“Yes, Mom,” Alison moaned, shuddering.

“Mom,” Janet whimpered as I massaged her breast. “You shouldn’t touch me there.”

“Because you’re my daughter?”

“Yeah, and you’re my mom.” She bit her lip. “This is illegal, Mom. You can’t do this.”

I stared into her brown eyes, her face trembling. It was so cute. My thoughts tingling, I informed her, “Honey, I can do whatever I want. I’m a Goddess, remember? And you’re my princess. You love it when I touch you. It makes your pussy tingle and your entire body feel so good. Because you like girls, especially your mother. I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. And you love me so much. Don’t you, Janet?”

“I do, Mom,” she gushed, a smile crossing her lips. She squirmed, and I knew her pussy was growing wet as my fingers massaged her round breast. She relaxed.

“See,” Alison said. “Can you feel her controlling you?”

“I can feel her making me feel good,” Janet said. She touched her head. “In here.”

“She’s a witch!” Alison’s tongue licked through my pussy, flicking my folds. “You’re a horrible mother.”

“For making my daughter feel good?” I moaned, my fingers finding Janet’s nipple. It dimpled her t-shirt. I rubbed it through the cotton. She shuddered and the cutest whimper escaped her lips. “You feel good, too, Alison. Don’t you? You love Lily licking your pussy.”

“I do,” she groaned. “I shouldn’t. I don’t want to. But…”

“But you taste so good,” Lily moaned. “Oh, Alison, I love licking your pussy. It’s not so bad, I guess.”

“We’re her slaves!”

“And obedient slaves don’t call their goddesses witches,” I commanded. “They only say nice things. Right?” Tingles.

“Yes, Mom,” Alison groaned, her eyes going wide. “You’re…” Her jaw worked. She wanted to disparage me again. But she couldn’t. “You’re… Fuck! Your pussy tastes wonderful!”

Then she buried her lips back into my pussy and tongued me hard like the good, little slave she was. I groaned, rolling Janet’s nipple harder, pulling my youngest daughter closer against me as I savored Alison’s tongue sliding through my folds.

Incest was so amazing. Having mind control powers was stupendous. I could do anything. No one would ever take advantage of me any longer. I would give my Janet so many wonderful things. I would spoil her. She was such a good girl.

“Mom,” whimpered Janet, her head resting on my shoulder. “You’re making my…my… You know. Down there.”

“Your pussy?” I asked.

She blushed, squirming and nodding her head.

“You weren’t shy talking about my pussy.” I loved how hard her nipple was through her t-shirt. I rolled it again. “So why are you shy when it comes to talking about your own pussy?”

“Because your my mom,” she groaned. “And…and I’m so wet. Your touch is making my cunny all tingly and… and…”

“You want to masturbate?”

She nodded her head.

“Then what’s stopping you?” I whispered. “You can do whatever you want. You’re my princess. Alison and Lily are your slaves, too. Right?”

“Yes, Ms. Talon,” moaned Lily as Alison moaned, “Yeah, Mom,” into my juicy pussy.

I shuddered, Alison’s tongue swirling around my clit, as Janet shoved her hands down to her shorts. She unsnapped the fastener. The zipper rasped down as she shoved her hands into them. She groaned, her head leaning back against the couch as she rubbed at her pussy through her panties.

I licked my lips, watching her hands bulge her shorts as she rubbed herself, her sweet moans echoing through the room along with the two lesbian sluts licking. I shivered, humping against Alison’s wonderful tongue as I watched my youngest daughter pleasure herself.

“I bet Alison wants to see what you’re doing,” I groaned. “She’s such a lesbian slut. She gets so turned on by girls now. Don’t you, Alison?”

“Yes, Mom,” she moaned. “I love girls.”

“You do?” Janet moaned. “Even me? Am I sexy, Alison?”

Alison’s eyes flicked to her sister. “Yes! You have those wonderful boobs. And your legs. And those glasses. You’re very sexy.”

Janet beamed. She loved getting praise from Alison. Probably why she let her sister push beer after beer on her until she drank herself to unconsciousness. My youngest lifted her ass off the couch, pushing down her shorts, revealing a cute pair of yellow panties, the crotch damp with her excitement.