Hooked, Book 2
Copyright© 2025 by Krosis of the Collective
Chapter 4
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The story begins again.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Incest Mother Son Brother Sister MaleDom FemaleDom Group Sex Harem Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts
Things get even hotter at home.
“I was surprised when you invited me to the slumber party, and even more surprised when you asked to come over today, Asami,” Millie told her new friend as they sat in the posh receiving room of the Dupont mansion.
Asami took a sip of tea. “Well, I feel that you and I have a connection now.” She lowered her voice and leaned in conspiratorially. “Was I your first kiss?”
The slim, auburn-haired girl nodded, blushed, and kept her own voice low. “I can’t believe what happened that night ... have you seen Toby since?” At Asami’s nod, Millie continued, “Did he say anything about me?
“No, but I think he’s been pretty busy ... only saw him for a few minutes.”
“Oh.”
“Got a bit of a crush?”
“Maybe. I’ve been feeling weird, like I’m missing something. Honestly, before that night, I thought I was AroAce like Mum.” At Asami’s head-tilt, she explained, “Aromantic, asexual; just no interest in that sort of thing. Now, I’m...” She broke off and crossed her slim legs under her cute skirt.
Asami could see the subtle movement of the inexperienced girl’s thighs rubbing together. “Hey, can I sleep over with you tonight? I might have something that will help with that empty feeling.”
“Is it that special lotion?”
“Now how do you know about that?”
Millie’s face blazed, revealing subtle freckles. “Kenda brought it out to the living room after you went off with Ursula. She, uh, showed me how it works.” Her leg bounced a little faster.
Asami had found the bottle empty after the slumber party, but thought that Ursula had been overly zealous ... instead, it seemed that the remainder of Toby’s sperm had gotten inside Kenda and Millie’s coochies. Her own moistened at the thought of the unsuspecting virgin in front of her, her flat tummy expanding with the young man’s baby. “Yeah, I have some of that with me. Soo ... sleepover?”
Across town, in the back seat of a Chevy Impala, Kenda moaned as her boyfriend fucked her into the cushions. He was normally pretty good at this with his dark, above-average-sized cock, but while it felt good to have him hit all her happy spots, her orgasm remained tantalizingly out of reach.
The young man, though, hadn’t even noticed, and came into the condom a couple minutes later with a satisfied groan.
As he rolled off, she asked, “Can you go again?”
“Don’t have another rubber ... unless...?”
She pulled her panties back on. “Nope, I’ve been forgetting my pills. Gotta remember to take them when I get home. Remind me!”
As the young man kissed her in front of her house twenty minutes later, his hands on her DD-cup boobies, the distracted fellow neglected to remind her.
“GGGNNNGGGHHHH!” Millie screamed into her pillow as Asami shoved the first fingerful of Toby’s leftover cum inside the slim girl’s tight pussy.
“Bet you wish this was Toby’s cock, huh?” Asami spurted another dollop onto her fingers.
“Yehhsh ... Tobyy ... AAGGhhgghhh...” the unsuspecting girl buried her face into her pillow again as her so-called-friend pushed more dangerous sperm inside her unprotected channel.
Knock knock! “Millie, you okay?” It was Millie’s single mother.
Asami spurted a little more of Toby’s cum out of the squeeze bottle, secreted it into her cheek, and opened the door, closing it behind before the older woman saw the spermy mess that her daughter had become. “Hey, we’re just having fun, Ms. Dupont.” She’d noted when she’d met the slim woman that she looked much like her daughter, except with darker red hair and comparatively-large boobs; she sorta looked like two marbles on a toothpick! When she tried to open the bedroom door, Asami blocked her. “You want to have some fun too?” Then she kissed her, shoving the glob of Toby’s sperm into her mouth.
“Mmgh...” Ms. Dupont pushed Asami back and instinctively swallowed the tasty substance down. “I ... I don’t...”
Asami stepped close again. “Your daughter says you’re AroAce, but you must have had sex at some point to have her. You sure you’re not interested? I could be real good to you...” She caressed the woman’s freckled cheek.
The older woman’s eyes blinked in confusion. “I, uh ... umm ... just ... try to keep it down?” She turned and headed down the long hallway back to her own bedroom, her gait unsteady.
“Tick tock...” Asami commented to herself and returned to Millie’s room, where she proceeded to push the remainder of Toby’s earlier ejaculation into the wanton waif, telling her what a good girl she was.
Back at Toby’s house:
“I’m sleeping with you?” the young man asked his mother.
“Just until your dad gets back ... I can’t trust your sister to not slip into your room.”
“Why would she do that?”
Mrs. Wakowski thought quickly, not wanting to reveal his inherited ability along with the extramarital activities that led to his conception. “She’s ... always bullied you ... this is just a new form of that ... a dangerous one.”
“I, uh, sleep naked, though.”
She turned a baleful eye toward him.
“I’ll wear underwear.”
His mother changed in the bathroom and came back in a sheer top and satiny, shorts-like bottoms that didn’t do much to hide her curvy form. Toby gulped and lay back as she joined him in her bed. It took a while for both of them to fall asleep.
Ursula writhed in her bed. Her brother’s hands on her body earlier in the day had really revved her engine but she just couldn’t ... hit the right gear? The metaphor was falling apart. Without Asami’s special lotion, she couldn’t reach orgasm. And why was she so focused on her dweeb little brother? There was a connection there, but her sperm-addled brain just couldn’t make the leap.
When she heard her mother’s loud snoring coming from across the hall, she decided to chance it. Surely Toby was awake with all that racket! She slipped from her bed, pulled a robe on, and tiptoed into her parents’ bedroom. “Toby?” she whispered, but her mother’s loud snore drowned her out. She could just make out the pair in the bed as she got closer. “Toby?” No movement ... it seemed that her mother had finally found a man who could sleep through her snoring.
Then Ursula frowned, feeling proprietary toward her younger brother. She sat next to him, pulled back the sheet, and gave him a little shake. Nothing. Her hand drifted downward, finally resting on his crotch. After a little groping, she could feel his member filling with blood.
Her mother continued to snore, providing cover and a nice early warning system as Ursula pulled Toby’s cock out of his underwear. Then she leaned down and took it into her mouth.
“Mmn...” Toby moaned.
Ursula’s eyes had adjusted to the gloom so she could make out that he was still asleep, so she continued the fellatio. As a drop of precum emitted from the tip, she quickly swallowed it down, humming in satisfaction.
The snoring continued.
Finally, Ursula heard Toby groan, felt his cock throb, and then his hot spend was shooting into her mouth. She pulled back, her initial instinct to taste it before gulping it down, but overcompensated so his next spurt splashed onto her cheek. She quickly moved her mouth back in place to swallow and swallow, her body feeling better with each mouthful.
“Thanks, bro,” she whispered, tucking his dwindling member back into his boxers and covering him up.
She quickly headed back to her own bed. Her pussy tingled at what she’d done, and she rubbed at it and her erect clit, but again, she couldn’t cum! “Ergh” she moaned. As she felt something trickle down the side of her chin, she used the fingers of her good hand to wipe it away before she redirected it back between her legs, this time shoving those digits deep inside her needy pussy. “HAAHH! AGGHH!” she screamed as she came hard. “Ohh...” She moved her fingers back to her chin ... Toby’s cum from when it had hit her face? Surely not. She tentatively pushed them back into her pussy. “MNNGH! Ohh...” She sighed as she had another, smaller release.
‘Good girl ... good girl... ‘ echoed through her head.
Asami! That fucking bitch had been taking Toby’s cum and inseminating her with it! She had no idea how his stuff made her explode like a fucking nuke, but this was incredibly dangerous! She struggled to remember when her last period was, but her brain wouldn’t cooperate.
She felt another drop slip from her chin to her neck. No, I won’t, she told herself! She gathered the pearlescent substance on her fingers and moved them between her legs. Just rub at the clit ... just the clit. Yes, that feels good, but ... but ... not good enough! She swabbed her fingers all around her cheek, chin, and neck, gathering the last of her brother’s cum, and then shoved those fingers back inside herself as she turned to bury her face in her pillow. “HHHNNNGGGHHH!”
As she fell asleep, her brother’s incestuous sperm invading her unprotected and possibly fertile body, she sighed, feeling so very good.
That night, across town, Millie’s mother dreamed...
Samantha Dupont dreamed of the vendor that she’d purchased hot chocolate from almost nineteen years previous, delighted to be out and about with ‘the common people’. For most of her own eighteen years, her parents had sequestered her within the walls of their mansion, her tutors the only people outside of her older parents that she even spoke to. She was enjoying this day of freedom after having snuck out.
Then she’d lost track of where she’d gone, finding herself in a dirty public toilet with the brown-haired hot chocolate vendor shoving his penis into her mouth. When he was ready, he pulled down her designer trousers, pushed her over the toilet, and tore her virginity asunder. She screamed in pain and he immediately pulled out.
“Call me when you start getting antsy,” he said, and shoved a card into her jacket pocket before quickly absconding. He left her there, her pants around her ankles and blood dripping from her nethers into the toilet. Despite the man’s flightiness, nobody had come to investigate her cry.