Chapter 20: Mind-Control App’s Incestuous Testing

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Mom’s idea for live porn was just so kinky.

I stared down at my app, at all the dots moving around on representing all people shopping at the mall, and found the ones we needed. I tapped the woman’s dot and labeled her Hot Wife One and then the guy Black Stud One. The husband I titled Cuckold One. I didn’t need to give them creative nicknames like my younger sister was doing.

I tapped the woman as she walked with her husband, moving further away from me. My fingers typed: Get naked and fall on your hands and knees then beg Black Stud One to fuck you hard before Cuckold One.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Mom purred, watching my screen with enthusiasm.

Head over to Hot Wife One and fuck her before Cuckold one, I typed on the guy. Pound Hot Wife One hard.

“Now let’s get the husband in on it,” Mom said and started typing on her phone.

I didn’t see what Mom typed but as the hot wife began stripping off her clothing to our left, her husband stopped gaping in shock and then said, “Is there a real man here to fuck my wife?”

“Mom,” I said, my pussy clenching. “That’s so hot.”

The Black stud was sauntering up, passing us. He was tall and swanky. If I wasn’t Daddy’s slut, I’d be so wet for the guy. He was undoing the fly of his pants, so ready to fuck her as the people in the mall all stopped. They watched the hot wife stripping naked fast. Her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders as she stripped off her bra and bared her large breasts.

Mom let out a coo of delight as the hot wife dropped her panties last. She stepped out of them, her ass plump and delicious. The woman fell to her hands and knees just like I had ordered her to. Her breasts swayed beneath her body. She wiggled her rump at the approaching black guy while Mom was still typing at her phone.

“Are you going to fuck my wife?” the husband asked. He was already unzipping his fly. “She needs it. She needs a big, Black dick to fuck her hard.”

“Yes,” the woman moaned. “Ooh, just ram that in me. I’m so wet for you. I need it.”

“Dayum,” the Black guy said, whipping out an impressive ebony shaft.

The woman gasped, her eyes so wide. I grinned, my pussy clenching. This was live-action porn that we were creating. Testing the device at the Courland Mall was such a great idea. The cell phones only made them that much more interesting to use.

“Now, who should we get to eat us out?” Mom asked with this throaty purr. “It’s fun shopping for pussy with you.” She bumped her hip into mine. “We haven’t done this in a while.”

“Shopping?” I asked, my fingers already moving. “Because we’ve never gone shopping for pussy together.”

“True.” Mom gave a wicked giggle. “What are you doing.”

I tapped the enter button and a black-haired cutie darted over to my mom. The girl fell to her knees and grabbed Mom’s skirt. The cutie lifted it up while moaning, “Can I eat your pussy? I bet it’s so yummy.”

“Eat away,” Mom moaned as she was typing on her own phone.

“Well, hey,” a Hispanic girl said, breaking away from the group of people watching the Black guy lining up his dick at the hot wife’s cunt. “You need your pussy eaten?”

On my phone, she was labeled Hot Pussy Licker. Her tongue flicked across her lips as I said, “Yes!”

“Good,” the girl moaned. “I suddenly love eating pussy. Like it must be the best thing in the world to eat. I want to lick them all. Starting with yours, Dusk.”

“Then get started,” I moaned, my cunt clenching.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband said, stroking his cock while his wife’s tits heaved.

The Black guy fucked her hard from behind. He rammed his dick into her married pussy with powerful strokes. HE buried into her again and again, his crotch spanking her ass. Her flesh rippled as she moaned and gasped.

“Yes, yes, this is such a big dick!” she moaned. “Oh, George, watch him fuck me! He’s pounding me so hard!”

The Hispanic cutie shoved up my jean skirt and groaned at the sight of my pussy. I didn’t stare down at her, my eyes instead locked on the live porn that was going on. The people of the mall were watching the sight, whispering, muttering, gaping at the cuckolding act going on before them.

“¡Mierda!” moaned the Hispanic cutie. Then she buried her face into my pussy. She licked with such hunger.

“Yes,” Mom moaned beside me, her free hand holding the back of the black-haired girl’s head and holding her in place. “That’s it. Ooh, you’re doing wonderful.”

“So are you,” I panted as the Hispanic girl’s tongue fluttered over my pussy. She licked and lapped at me.

I adjusted my glasses slipping down my nose, my breasts rising and falling at the delight she stirred through me. Her tongue dragged through my folds. The feel of it sent such a heady thrill through me. My toes curled. My cunt clenched. I undulated my hips, grinding my furred muff on her face.

Her tongue danced through my pussy lips. She ate me with passion as I watched the Black stud pounding the wife. Her pale breasts swayed back and forth from the force of his strokes. He fucked her without restraint, just pounding her like a hot wife slut.

“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband moaned. He stroked his little dick. “Christine, how is it?”

“Amazing!” the woman groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out. Yes, yes! Pound me!”

The Black stud grabbed her hips and did that. He slammed that dick into her pussy. Heat washed through me as I reveled in the live porn my mother and I created. And in the delight caused by the naughty slut licking at my cunt and driving me wild.

Her tongue brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my ass. I groaned as she danced her tongue around my bud. Then she sucked on it for a moment. My cunt clenched. The wave of pleasure that washed through me was amazing.

I stared at my phone, then I selected all the dots around the couple. The watchers. The phone was so much easier to use than Dad’s old system. When I had them all selected, I typed, Cheer on Hot Wife One and Black Stud One.

Instantly, the whoops and hollers began. “Fuck that slut!” a guy shouted. “Just fuck her hard.”

“Take that dick!” a woman moaned.

“You’re doing great! Just taking that big cock!”

“Pound her!”

“Ooh, you two are so hot! Keep at it!”

Mom laughed in delight, her hand holding the black-haired girl tight to her pussy. “Dusk, you are such a wonderful daughter. Mmm, we think alike.”

“Because we’re both horny sluts?” I asked her, my pussy melting around the Hispanic girl’s tongue burying into my depths. She stirred me up, sending ripples of delight through my body.

“Yes, we are.” Mom glanced at me. “Mmm, and look at you, just grinding that cunt on that hottie’s mouth.”

“And you’re not?”

Mom’s laugh turned into a groan. “Oh, yes, she’s good. She’s got that tongue dancing around in my cunt. She’s just so hungry for my mommy-cunt. Mmm, I love it.”

I smiled at her. Then, to my delight, Mom let go of the girl’s head and took my free hand. We held each other tight as we enjoyed our sluts devouring us. My orgasm built as I squeezed my mom’s hand, the pleasure swelling in me.

The Hispanic girl moaned and whimpered as she devoured my cunt. She was having so much fun doing it. Her tongue danced in circles inside of me while her digits clenched at my ass, just gripping my cheeks hard.

“Finger my asshole,” I moaned. “Jam those digits into me.”

“Yes,” the girl moaned, her fingers dipping into my butt-crack. “Ooh, your pussy tastes so good. I love it. I love pussy!”

“Yeah, you do,” Mom groaned, squeezing my hand. Then she looked down. “And so do you, cutie. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good,” the girl groaned.

I glanced over at the Black stud. He gripped the woman’s tits now, squeezing them. The husband was stroking his cock while the crowd clapped and cheered his wife on. They were all whooping in delight. Some of the watching ladies were bouncing with excitement. Guys were adjusting hardons. I smiled at the wicked sight.

The Hispanic girl’s fingers found my asshole. She stroked my naughty backdoor. Pleasure rippled through me. Then she pressed her middle digit against my anal ring. It spread wide. I shuddered as my asshole swallowed her digit. She penetrated into my naughty sheath.

She pumped her finger in and out of my asshole. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the delight rushing through my body. My bowels clenched on that delightful digit pumping in and out of my backdoor.

“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum on that mouth.” Her hand clenched down on hard on mine. “Dusk, Dusk, you chose such a good girl.”

“So did you, Mom!” I panted. “Ooh, she’s got her finger ramming into my asshole. She’s going to make me scream my head off.”

“Good!”

My orgasm was building and building. My cunt clenched as the Hispanic girl jammed a second finger into my asshole. She stretched out my naughty backdoor. The velvety friction melted to my cunt being so wonderfully plundered by her tongue.

Then the husband groaned. He fired off his cum that splashed his wife on the face. She reveled in it. The crowd cheered louder. Then the wife threw back her head. Her orgasmic moans were lost to the crowd’s enthusiasm, but it was clear pussy juices were squirting down her thighs.

“Fuck!” the Black stud roared, cutting over the crowd. He buried into her. Didn’t pull back.

“He’s cumming in her!” I moaned as the crowd’s excitement reached a feverish pitch.

The hot wife tossed her head, face twisting in rapture as the Black stud flooded her married pussy with his seed. The cuckold watched with excitement on his features. My pussy clenched and my asshole clutched on those naughty fingers.

The Hispanic slut sucked on my clit.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped and exploded.

My pussy convulsed as the waves of wild rapture rushed out of me. Juices gushed out, bathing the girl’s mouth. I squeezed down hard on my mother’s hand as the pleasure surged throughout my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.

The girl devoured my pussy cream. She licked it all up. I shuddered, grinding my pussy on her face as the pleasure drowned my mind. The waves of ecstasy swept hot out of my cunt. My asshole writhed around her fingers.

“Ooh, ooh, yes!” Mom gasped. “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Drink that pussy cream!”

Mom and I were both cumming as the Black guy pulled his cock out of the naked hot wife’s pussy. He stood up, his dick dripping with pussy juices. I shuddered, hitting that wild peak of my orgasm.

Mom released my hand and then she tapped the phone. “Who else wants to fuck my wife?” the cuckold moaned. “She needs more dick.”

“Yes, yes,” the hot wife gasped. “I need more. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

I glanced down. I still had the crowd selected. Men line up to fuck Hot Wife One’s pussy and women line up to have Hot Wife One eat your pussy. Then I selected Hot Wife One. Eat all pussies and fuck all cocks that line up for your service.

ENTER!

“You naughty slut, Dusk,” Mom moaned. Then she typed something.

“Yes, yes, line up to fuck my wife and get your pussies eaten out,” the cuckold moaned while the man and women watching did just that.

I burst into giggles as the Hispanic slut lapped at my pussy, still needing to eat me out. I glanced at Mom. “Swap pussy lickers?”

She winked at me.

Vivian Bailey

I glanced at Britney, my girlfriend, then I selected her dot on the screen of my phone. My pussy clenched as I mind-controlled my girlfriend. Britney thinks of the mall like school and dress accordingly.

A shiver ran through Britney as the petite, fourteen-year-old cutie started pulling off her blouse. “This place feels so comfortable,” she said. “I can’t wear my clothes here. It’s like at school.”

“That’s right,” I said, going to the all command to add a new directive to broadcast throughout the mall. It was identical to the one at my high school for all ladies to lust after my girlfriend’s naked body while knowing that she was mine.

A hot shudder rushed through me.

I was so glad Mr. Michaels mind-controlled me into helping him with this device. I had a harem of sluts at school, my cute girlfriend, and all the fun I could want. It was intoxicating to control people and get them to do whatever I wanted.

Britney’s small breasts came into view. Little mounds that had just a slight jiggle to them. Her freckled face had such a look of joy on them as passing girls started staring at her body and making purring sounds. Their lust was obvious, and so was their jealousy that Britney was mine.

My pussy clenched.

I pushed up my glasses as Britney tugged off her skirt revealing a pair of schoolgirl panties. White with lace around the waistband. I loved those panties on her. I licked my lips, remembering the first time that I had gone down on her. How scared we had both been and how excited we’d been to make love for the first time.

She had drenched me with pussy cream.

She peeled down her panties, working them over her legs. I shuddered as she bent over, thrusting her cute rump at me. Her brown-furred muff peeked between her thighs, covered in that light down of hair. I licked my lips, wanting to eat some hair pie right now.

But I resisted.

My girlfriend collected her clothing into a neat bundle and then managed to stuff them into her purse. She stood up, wearing just her shoes and showing not a hint of shame or self-consciousness at being naked before the strangers of the mall.

“So, who’d you like to fuck?” I asked her, gazing out at the passing crowd. There were dots on my phone, most of them labeled with the six-digit hexadecimal codes that the device randomly assigned to every new person that entered its radius.

Suddenly, one became labeled as Cute Twin One. I glanced up to see a girl walking with her identical sister. Both had black hair and were wearing hip-hugging jeans. Teenagers, sixteen or seventeen. Their blouses were different, and they wore their hair differently, but those faces were mirrors of each other. Dainty cheekbones and plump lips.

The second girl became Cute Twin Two as Britney typed away on her phone. She tapped the screen.

The twins turned to each other and kissed with mad hunger. I smiled at the sight. This was hot. They were grabbing each other’s asses through their jeans. Their tongues were dancing. Their identical breasts pressed together.

A few guys stopped and nudged each other with elbows as they watched the sight. I grinned. This was hot. My pussy was on fire. My cunt melting and dripping juices down my thighs. My girlfriend had such a wicked and perverse delight.

“That is hot,” I moaned. “Mmm, twincest.”

“Right?” Britney said. “Now, who should we enjoy while we watch them...” Her words trailed off.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s my mom,” she said, glancing down the mall.

I looked past the stores—a Lady Footlocker, a health and beauty boutique, a Spencer’s Gift, a Gamespot, and the Gap—to see Mr. and Mrs. Morris walking down the mall’s hallway. They looked to be shopping, Mr. Morris holding a shopping bag.

“I didn’t know they were here,” my girlfriend said.

I smiled and grabbed my phone. Those two dots belonging to her parents became Mr. Morris and Mrs. Morris. I shuddered and then selected her father and started typing my commands as fast as I could. I hit enter on him then switched to Mrs. Morris. My pussy melted as Britney stared at me.

“What are you doing to my parents?” she asked as they were now heading over to us.

“You’ll see,” I said, my pussy clenching. I shifted my purse, full of something just wonderfully delicious that Mrs. Michaels had gotten for me. She was such a wonderful woman.

The Morrises stopped before us. My girlfriend’s parents didn’t bat an eye at her naked body, though her mother did look at her daughter with interest. With the Incest Protocol running in the mall, that wasn’t surprising.

“You have to eat our daughter’s pussy,” Mr. Morris said and began unbuttoning his wife’s blouse.

Britney gasped. “Oh, wow, Vivian, really? That’s so hot. You’re amazing!”

“I know,” I said.

“You just have to devour our daughter,” the father continued as he undid his wife’s blouse. He opened it to reveal her large breasts held in a gray bra. Mrs. Morris was stacked. A MILF with dark-brown hair.

My pussy clenched. I pushed up my glasses.

He dropped his wife’s blouse and then reached behind her to undo her bra. I licked my lips, loving every minute of this. It was so wicked and depraved. I loved the power the mind control device gave me. I groaned as the woman’s big and lush breasts came into sight.

“Oh, Mom,” groaned Britney, sounding just as excited as I was to see those boobies. “Wow.”

“Yours are cute,” I said, nudging my girlfriend.

“But...” She stared in envy at those big and lush pair while her father fell to his knees and unzipped her mother’s pants. They were a pair of khakis that housewives liked to wear. Nothing sexy at all. Which was a shame.

Mrs. Morris was sexy.

My pussy dripped juices. They soaked my bush. Already, the faint scent of my sweet musk permeated the air. And tinged beneath it was the familiar, and delicious, aroma of my girlfriend’s twat. She was getting wet for her mommy.

Wonderful.

Mrs. Morris wore a pair of gray panties with a high cut to them. Her husband finished pulling off her pants then he slid his hands up and grabbed his wife’s panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, following my commands.

I smiled, loving this phone. I typed in the next series of commands and tapped the screen as Mrs. Morris’s dark-brown bush came into view. She had a thick tangle of pubic hair. Already, drops of juices were appearing as the stared at her daughter with such lust.

“You have to eat our daughter out,” moaned Mr. Morris. “She needs it. Please, please, Christina, devour our daughter.”

“Oh, yes, eat your daughter’s cunt,” I moaned, my cunt on fire.

“I suppose I have to,” Mrs. Morris said, her eyes locked on Britney’s brown-furred muff. “She looks so wet.”

“Yes, she does,” I said.

Mrs. Morris fell to her knees. She grabbed her daughter’s hips and pulled her close. I watched that magical moment of incest blossom before me. Mrs. Morris nuzzled her face into her daughter’s cunt and licked at her pussy. She fluttered her tongue up and down, caressing her daughter’s twat with a hungry flutter.

I loved this app I’d rewritten.

She licked and lapped at her. She caressed at her daughter’s pussy with that hungry tongue. It was so hot to watch. I smiled, a shiver running through me at the hot sight of the hot mom eating her daughter’s pussy. Mrs. Morris’s hands slid around and grabbed Britney’s cute rump, pulling her daughter’s pussy tighter against her face.

Britney loved it.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, eat my lezzie pussy. Mmm, I’m gay, Mommy, and you love my cunt, don’t you.”

“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned. She fluttered her tongue up and down that slit. “Oh, god, I do.”

“My wife needs to be fucked,” panted Mr. Morris. He glanced at me. “But it wouldn’t be right. My daughter’s a lesbian. I can’t fuck my wife right now. You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Me?” I asked, feigning shock as my mind-control script played out. My fantasy I’d engineered and brought to life. I had masturbated to this before. To Mr. Morris begging me to fuck his wife. She’s such a hot woman.

“With a strap-on!” groaned Mr. Morris. “You have to do it, Vivian.”

“Yes, yes, you have to fuck my mom!” moaned Britney, her small titties jiggling. Such joy crossed her face. “Mom’s eating me with such passion, but she needs to cum, too.”

“Okay,” I said. “I suppose I can.” I shivered, my pussy on fire. I thrust my purse out at Mr. Morris. “Hold that.”

He did, a big grin on his face.

I stripped naked fast. I pulled off my blouse and skirt, revealing my naked body beneath. I adjusted my glasses, my short, black hair swaying about my face. I didn’t mind being naked. This mall was under the power of the device.

As I stripped, Mrs. Morris devoured her daughter’s pussy. Britney grinned, looking like she was in heaven. Her hips undulated, grinding her brown-furred muff on her mother’s hungry mouth. I shuddered before I opened my purse and pulled out the strap-on I borrowed from Mrs. Michaels. It was a flesh dildo on a harness of black vinyl.