Chapter 1: Kristy

She was an 18-year-old African-American teenager. As she currently stood in front of her mirror, admiring her reflection, her eyes were naturally drawn to her thick, curvy figure, accentuated by subtle, defined muscles she found there that belied her femininity, they were a testament to years of hard work at the gym at the urging of her parents, knowing it would build her self-confidence. Her short, curly hair framed her round face perfectly, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a determination she couldn’t help, as she admired her delicious, chocolaty skin tone, passing a well-manicured hand over one of those same, inviting curves she was admiring. She ran her hands through her hair next, feeling the softness of it against her fingertips. Her ego certainly wasn’t something you took a shot at with anything less than a proverbial sledgehammer in hand, she mused, as she let her hands settle on her hips.

Kristy had always been close to her parents, Jonathan and Sandra, both African-American just like her. Both muscular and well built, but not overly so which had first attracted her and her partner in crime to secure a bunch of hidden a bunch of cameras in their room and record them fucking, her heart aching with desire for them and the need to experience such rare moments of intimacy they shared only privately between themselves, which made her instantly envious of their lovemaking, not because they flaunted it openly. They were what you’d call “well-adjusted”, whatever that meant, she mused bitterly to herself.

They were too “old-fashioned” to even consider incest, unlike her so she’d done research along with her budding partner and found a solution out on the dark web. A drug called “Sandman’s Promise”, could render someone in a suggestive sleepwalking state for twelve hours, allowing them to experience vivid “dreams” and perform complex actions without any memory of having done so upon waking.

The drug was odorless, colorless, and tasteless, making it easy to slip into her parent’s evening tea without them noticing like she planned to. She knew they both took milk and sugar with their tea, so she made her way down to the kitchen adjoining their living room and silently and carefully mixed the Sandman’s Promise into their drinks without them noticing, making sure not to leave any trace of it behind. They were both settled in front of the television in the living room awaiting the latest from the local night news show, as she placed their teacups on coasters on the coffee table and waited.

It was Friday night, and she planned to fuck them all through the weekend if this worked out, one day at a time, one evening at a time, filled with unfettered sweat, blood rushing through her ears, and unrestrained cathartic release. Hopefully, if it worked like it was supposed to, and if it did, she saw no reason not to invite her partner to share in the spoils and if they were both right about its rate of success, which could hold her back from overdoing it, she thought with a smile.

Both of them had done their due diligence when it came to both the chemical components required and the process outlined to faithfully recreate this new “revolutionary” agent as the original website suggested it was.

Within minutes she watched as the drug took full effect on both of them, their eyes turning glassy and unfocused, which she knew was a dead giveaway, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst as they say, in case all it was, was just another custom cooked version of phenylcyclohexyl piperidine and inherently just a dangerous rip-off, otherwise rooted in PCP, which wasn’t famous for encouraging results after consumption. She knew even in low doses PCP could produce numbness in the extremities and intoxication, characterized by staggering, unsteady gait, slurred speech, bloodshot eyes, and loss of balance. Moderate doses were known to produce analgesia or the inability to feel pain, acting like anesthesia. The psychological effects were ... beyond worth considering, which said something about their severity. So, when the “Sandman” as he called himself had shown up with his “Promise” of quality and assurances that if reproduced properly it could be a revolutionary product for “recreational needs”, they’d requested proof and half the formula had been posted to them discretely over a secure email client. Just to give them an idea of what they were facing and how its particular “makeup” didn’t resemble anything else in the least. With the promise of its “modular nature” suggestion, there was room for adjustment capable of complimenting its already heady mix.

She led them up to their room, commanding them to undress, as she shut the window and curtains, the door, and switched on the lights. Preparing those same hidden cameras she’d used countless times before to record them. She watched them follow her instructions, disbelieving at first until she undressed herself, revealing her perfectly toned, naked body to them without them even flinching at the unspoken undertones practically built into her sensual form that spoke of youth and unquestionable desire. She laid out some quick instructions, wasting no time.

Her mother a vision of beauty lay down on the king-size bed, she was tall, and well-muscled, but feminine and alluring, her lighter caramel skin tone healthy and taut, at the age of forty she looked like a younger woman, which was owed mostly to her physical regiment, as well as natural non-manufactured beauty, not to say she didn’t look good in makeup, when she chose to wear in on special occasions, only that she knew she didn’t need it, with humility that spoke volumes of her character. Kristy ran her hands through her dark hair as she sat astride her chest, braided neatly in cornrows over her scalp ending in one thicker, longer braided ponytail down her back, as Kristy swung it over her shoulder before passing her hands over her face longingly, unable to hold herself back any longer as she stared into those equally hazel, beautiful eyes that made her want to take her there and then, her body looking so much like her own, beautiful and erotically charged down to her large, natural bust Kristy she sat on lightly even now and the light brown nipples begging to be slurped up in her mouth, with mouth watering ease.

She straddled her face, raising it into her pussy before she commanded her to eat it out. Her father stood just above her, legs spread out in an open stance, his muscular frame intoxicating as they both gazed up at him. Kristy leaned in and took the head of his massive penis in her mouth. No foreplay, no need to, as she took her pleasure from them, her tongue dancing around the head with lascivious ease, tasting the precum that flowed from it already, in anticipation. Her father looked just as confused as her mother though, as Sandra licked away at Kristy’s folds, as he watched as his own daughter brought his penis to full arousal, powerless to influence the events around him.

Sandra’s tongue danced over Kristy’s folds, delving deeper and deeper into her, unable to fight the drug’s effects on her senses. Kristy felt the wet heat of her tongue as her mother lapped at her, her hips moving involuntarily in time with Sandra’s ministrations. The sensation was unreal, her mother’s tongue thrusting and withdrawing from her in a sensual rhythm that made her shudder with pleasure.

When she thought she was close enough and her father’s erection hard enough, Kristy ordered her mother to stop and guide her onto her father’s dick. She’d be giving him her virginity, making this a night one she’d never forget. Sandra’s body moved obediently, as her father lay down on the bed before their daughter, as Sandra guided her husband’s cock towards Kristy’s dripping folds as she sat astride him, feeling the head of his penis brush against her daughter’s wetness. She could feel the tension building in Kristy’s body, the anticipation of finally being penetrated for the first time; she also felt disgusted to have to be a part of this but held no control over her body, to free herself from this unbelievable nightmare.

Kristy guided her hips, slowly sinking down onto his hardness, feeling the head of his penis stretch her open as she took him inside her. She gasped, arching her back as she was filled with her father’s cock, the sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Sandra watched in horror as her daughter was taken, her body moving with an almost unnatural rhythm as if she was born to be fucked. She wanted to cry out, to beg for it to stop, but she couldn’t. All she could do was lie there and watch as her daughter violated her husband against his will.

Kristy gestured her mother closer and ordered her to make love to her body with her mouth, as Kristy fucked her husband.

Sandra couldn’t believe what was happening, but she obeyed, her tongue sliding first into Kristy’s mouth as she kissed her daughter, tasting the mixture of their saliva and the lust that filled the air as sweat began to dimple her skin. Her other hand moved down between their bodies, her fingers slipping between Kristy’s folds, finding her entrance wet from her father’s invasion. She pressed her fingertips delicately against her daughter’s clit, rubbing it, feeling the soft, hardening bud beneath them, as she began to tease and stroke her.

Kristy arched her back, her hips moving faster, her father’s cock thrusting deeper inside her, the sensation overwhelming. The pleasure coursed through her body, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her mother’s tongue dancing against her own, their kiss growing more intense as they shared this perverse act.

Sandra’s fingers worked her daughter’s clit, rubbing it expertly, feeling the small nub harden under her touch. She watched as her daughter’s body tensed, her breath becoming shallow and ragged, as her eyes rolled back in her head. Sandra knew that she was close, and she increased the pressure, her fingers moving faster, circling and pressing against her daughter’s sensitive nub. Her other hand danced over her daughter’s body, cupping her breast, squeezing it hungrily as if she’d never get the chance to again, all the while her tongue continued its sensual dance with her daughter’s.

Kristy arched her back, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten, her pussy gripping her father’s cock, her breast becoming tender under her mother’s touch, the point of her nipple erect. Sandra watched as her daughter’s body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The sight was almost too much for her to bear, but she couldn’t look away, as she squirted over the firm shaft, her juices coating it and his abdomen as she came over its length wildly, as he milked her for everything she had and more, his hips thrusting harder and faster as he felt the release wash over him as well.

“That’s it, Daddy, fuck me, fill me up, make me your new mommy”, Kristy said with an exhausted airy breathe, pulling away from her mother, leaning into her father’s embrace, as she sped up the pace of her rocking hips, her tongue finding his, kissing him deeply like she’d always wanted to.

Sandra couldn’t believe what was happening. She was lost in a sea of lust, of desire, and of submission against her will, yet wholly aware of it somehow. Her body ached for her husband, for the feeling of him inside her, for the sense of belonging that only he could provide, even as she watched her daughter ride his cock, like she was made for him.

Her fingers danced over her daughter’s body, caressing her hips, her breasts, and her stomach, as if she were trying to memorize every inch of her. She could feel the sweat that dripped from their bodies, the rapid breaths that escaped their mouths, and the wetness that coated their skin. It was a sensual symphony that enveloped them all, binding them together in a web of desire and need, as her husband’s penis slammed into her daughter at speed, their hips moving in perfect harmony, their bodies becoming one.

“Daddy please”, she cried out “Fuck me better than you do Mommy! Love me more than you love Mommy!” Kristy almost cried out, snatching a glimpse at her mother over her shoulder, as Kristy’s father obeyed, kissing her deeply before, thrusting harder and deeper inside her, his hips meeting her own with a force that made them both gasp. Sandra could feel the heat between her legs as she watched her husband fulfill her desires, seeing the lust in Kristy’s eyes build along with the warped sense of the love and ownership she had over them both.

“Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!”, she yelled, her nails digging into her father’s back as he pounded into her, his cock hitting her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her mother’s touch was just as intense, her fingers moving faster, her breath hot on her neck, her words echoing in her ear. “Yes, yes, that’s it, show me how much you want me, show me how much you want to be inside me, inside my pussy.”

The room was a whirlwind of motion, of sweat and flesh, of wetness and desire. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. Sandra could feel the heat between her legs, the ache that seemed to grow with each passing moment. She wanted to be inside her daughter, to feel the weight of her body, the warmth of her skin.

As her husband pounded into Kristy, she reached out, grabbing a handful of her daughter’s breasts, squeezing them roughly as her whimpers grew with every body-shaking thrust. She watched as Kristy arched her back, her eyes filled with manic glee as if she were on the cusp of achieving a life’s long ambition at last, as an expression of pure ecstasy washed over her face to match it. “Yes, Daddy, fuck me harder!” she moaned, her hips thrusting downwards to meet each of his powerful thrusts. “I need you inside me, Mommy, I need you to feel it too.”

Her words sent a shiver down Sandra’s spine as she slid her hand down between Kristy’s legs, feeling the wetness that coated her daughter’s labia. With one swift motion, she parted her folds, exposing her swollen clit.

Her husband’s thrusts grew even harder as he watched Sandra’s fingers dance over Kristy’s sensitive flesh. He pulled his hips back slightly, just enough to watch the tip of his cock slide over her daughter’s engorged clit. Then, with a powerful thrust, he pushed forward again, driving his cock deep inside her, forcing her body to meet his own.

“That’s it, Daddy, slam that good meat into me! Gimme that good meat!” she screamed in her frenzy. Jonathan could only obey his daughter’s need, as his wife Sandra lapped at the sensitive, warm nipples of her daughter’s breasts feeding her fresh, overwhelming stimuli alongside him, as he pounded his daughter’s sex into oblivion.

Sandra could feel the undeniable lust coming off Kristy in palpable waves as she watched her dominate her desires, as she could see the lust in her eyes grow stronger by the moment with terrifying clarity. With one hand, she held Kristy’s breast in place, her other hand moved down, parting her daughter’s folds, exposing her wet, swollen clit. She circled it with her finger, teasing it, before finally pressing down, rubbing it hard against Kristy’s aching flesh, as her mouth sealed around the hardened nipple.

Kristy cried out, her hips bucking wildly, her nails digging into her father’s back as he continued to pound into her, his crowding her young womb roughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, unfettered by any kind of familial bond or control. Her mother’s touch was like a drug. A mixture of guilty pleasure and an almost violent need to see her consume her young body against her will like she’d only dreamed possible. She could feel herself getting closer, her orgasm building, her whole body tense in anticipation.

When it hit her, it felt like her body snapped, releasing the floodgates, as she didn’t so much squirt as gush onto her father, as he continued to pump into her, her mother’s hand between her legs rubbing her clit so hard it feels like it’s going to bruise. Her eyes roll back into her head, her vision blurs and her whole body shudders with the force of the consuming orgasm radiating from her core in waves. The muscles in her thighs tense and relax rhythmically as she milks her father’s cock with each thrust unwilling to let go of him. Her natural juices have exploded over him for a second time, as she looks down and witnesses the aftermath, with a broad smile that in almost any other situation would have been charming and reminded them of her daughters, gentle, loving nature. Instead, they saw there what they suspected was only the peak of the iceberg of her pent-up desires and wants, translated into the warped lust, they saw her portray here and forced them to perform for her, as it found release over her face. She leaned close, circling her arms behind his neck as she lay flush against his body, as she whispered between light kisses she planted on his cheek and neck “Make me a mommy, daddy”, she kissed him deeply, knowing he couldn’t resist her advances, “make me your mommy”, she whispers to him sweetly before taking his tongue in her own, kissing him deeply like she’s always wanted to, always craved to, but hidden.

He’s now taken her virginity and her first kiss and he’s about to fill her up with his exploding manhood, as she traces a bead of sweat on his temple with a manicured fingernail “You know you want it”, she says, her sultry tone along with her bedroom eyes, could melt butter from a mile away and she knows it. “Give me everything Daddy, give me your soul”, her smile was no less wicked than upon her release, Jonathan couldn’t resist her, her words, her touch, her kiss, the chemical agent had seen to that, he could no longer hold back as he thrusts one final time.

In a final thrust, he releases his seed inside her, he can’t help but obey completely, the drug has seen to that, completing the act and marking her as his and he in turn as hers. Despite her twisted desires, there is still a sense of love there, something she knows is an illusion due to the drug’s effects, but indulges anyway for the sake of it.

Their bodies slide together, their skin slick with sweat and juices as he lets go, spilling his seed deep inside her, her walls tight around him as he comes, his orgasm echoing through her body as he pulses inside her, filling her up with his love. She’s done it, completely and equivocally corrupting him to her pleasure or at least to her control. He collapses back into the bed, spent as she lies on top of him for a moment as they both catch their breath, his bodies warmth radiating from him like an oven as she whispers “Go take a shower lover, recover, then come back, do nothing else, I want you to hear mommy scream as I claim her too”, she says lying back on the bed next to him, as he limps off to the bathroom adjoined to their room. She’d clearly taken a lot out of him, she noticed as she gestured for Sandra to come closer to clean her up, positioning her head between her legs, as her husband’s juices flowed between her sensitive lips.

Sandra complies without question. “This is gonna be a fun weekend Mommy”, Kristy muses, “you’re probably getting more action now than you have in a long time”, laughing as she says this. Her mother begins to lick her folds thoroughly, he head bobbing with each thrust of her tongue as it goes deeper, sliding closer to her core, as Kristy sucked on her lower lip in anticipation of what she knew was coming. She’d never had a girl bring her to climax before, her friends and even the other well-known lesbians in school finding her advances too forward and too strong. Coupled with her incredible body and building sex drive she’d probably break them in half, she smiled at the thought of this. That was why she needed a woman of a similar caliber, someone she knew would go all the way, the drug only made her compliant, it didn’t give her any skills she didn’t already have or at least she didn’t think so, not having appreciated its true potential for application until now. When she’d first mixed the agent within their evening tea, she’d honestly expected a dud or something that tasted foul enough to chug away down the sink. Instead, she’d got every fantasy she ever wanted, slowly getting fulfilled by her responsive parents.

As she felt her mother’s tongue hit her core, she knew she had chosen wisely, as she held her head down into her, moments away from another squirting orgasm as she said “Don’t stop, don’t stop”, rapidly in succession before screaming “DRINK IT ALL!”, her mother opened her mouth as wide as it would go, her tongue pressing into her as she swallowed every drop of her sweet nectar, spilling from her daughter’s innermost depths in an almost violent spray of warm juices. The taste made her gag, not because of its sweetness or even the large quantity, as she drank it down convulsively, but because she couldn’t believe what she’d done, how powerless she was against her daughter’s wishes. She felt like a living receptacle for her daughter’s whims. The first moments had been the worse, as her hands had spread her lips, exposing the oozing strands of her husband’s cum leaking out of her, mingled with her daughter’s natural essence, as Sandra took it into her mouth, every last strand a bitter reminder of how little control she had over the situation. When she came, it felt like the ultimate violation, at the whims of a madwoman, nothing felt real, but she knew full well this was no dream that she couldn’t stir herself awake, as she shared a bed with the devil herself, smiling back a broad, satisfied smile.

“Aw Mommy, you don’t seem too happy”, she said with an expression of mock concern, Sandra was afraid of the real possibility she might have read her thoughts clearly not wholly understanding the full hold the drug had on her, as he daughter continued to triumphantly smile. “Why don’t I fix that?”, she said with the same toothy grin, wet and gleaming with full lips not unlike her own but also putting her in the mind of a great white before it jumped at the first opportunity to snatch some easy prey, Sandra thought, picturing the messy aftermath, wondering how she intended to deal with both her and her father after this, how she intended to conceal or black or whatever she had planned to keep them quiet. Would she just feed them more of the drug indefinitely to keep them compliant? Would that work? These and more questions riddled her mind with doubt as Kristy’s hand played idly with her mother’s long, braided length of hair. Kristy lay her down on her mattress, propping her head on the pillow, her mother’s breathing becoming ragged, almost panicked. “Relax’, Kristy said “I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”; she said with a giggle rife with the cruel promise of what was to come. “And to make sure of that”, she said already spreading her legs and then her lips “I’m going to make you comply by ordering you and ergo your body to enter the most aroused state possible, I want you to feel everything, to raise your sensitivity to its maximum, unless I order you to otherwise, do you understand?”, she asked, not really a question. Sandra looked on in horror, unable to believe what her daughter had just done and the creature she had just unleashed on herself, as her sensitivity skyrocketed.