Mind controlled Janice Pt. 127 - Sex Stories

Mind controlled Janice Pt. 127

... asshole. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, her blue eyes sparkling as she stared up at me. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her hips wiggling as she pleasured me.

She didn't care how nasty this was. She was a slut. And sluts sucked cocks clean.

I fumbled with my phone, navigating my phone book for Diane Mitchell's number, Ginger had given me a whole list of useful numbers, I found her number and hit the call button. I held it to my ear, listening to it ring as Mrs. Stead engulfed more and more of my cock into her mouth.

The phone picked up. "Mrs. Mitchell?"

"Yes?" a woman answered. "Jason?"

"You need to come over to Mrs. Stead's house right now," I commanded.

"Yes," she responded to my command. I was surprised it was so easy to command her.

"My nuts tightening. Mrs. Stead sucked cock like a pro. I could not hold back and shot my load of cum into her mouth.

"Yeah," Daniel said, a smile crossing his face. "Damn, I'm going to fuck my mom."

I picked up the phone called my own mother and ordered her to come to the Stead house.

"Mrs. Goodall, Mrs. Stead licked your cunt, return the favour."

"Of course," Mrs. Goodall moaned. "Mmm, she made me cum so hard. Of course I have to give her pleasure. Mrs. Goodall kissed Mrs. Steads tits and then lowered her face between her legs and made Mrs. Stead squeal as she started licking at her cunt!

The front door burst open downstairs. "Daniel hello? Where is everyone?"

"Up here, Mom!" Daniel said, ...

... a grin on his face.

I braced myself for making Mrs. Mitchell a slut. Footsteps echoed as Mrs. Mitchell raced up the stairs. Reaching the top, she hurried down the hallway and burst into view.

She froze, her hair spilling about her face. She was shorter than any of us, with a full body her breasts were large. But she had this flirty naughtiness about her, always a wicked smile on her face while her green eyes always twinkled like she was thinking something naughty.

"What is going--"

"You are a slut, Mrs. Mitchell!" I snarled, the pain stabbing into my brain. "You're a mommy-whore that craves her son's cock and all his friends' cocks, too. You want my dick fucking you. Your pussy gets wet doing anything your son wants. Any sexual act. You don't care what it is so long as it makes him or one of his friends happy."

I looked at her eyes.

"You get off being used by your son and the rest of us!" I growled, "Now strip naked!"

"Yes!" she moaned and ripped off her blue-and-white-striped blouse.

Mrs Mitchell threw her blouse down to the ground. Her body quivered, her breasts constrained in a pale-yellow bra, a little bow between her two tits. Her hair spilled about her as she quivered, her hands reaching behind her. I stared as her breast came into sight her tits freckled like her face, her nipples hard. Pleasure shot into my mind. Such a rush of power, of lust, spilled through me.

I could do anything.

Mrs. Mitchell unsnapped the tight jean she wore.

I ...