Chapter 5: Futa-Cutie Mind-Controls the MILFs

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sasha Ford

If I could curse out loud, I’d be spitting vitriol. Fuck, fuck, fuck! screamed through my thoughts as I stared through the louvered slats of Mildred Dean’s closet. I was trapped in here. Stuck with the panties that I so desperately wanted to don bunched in my hand. I had to pull them on and gain my own futa-cock.

And have my own mind-controlling panties.

You just had to stay downstairs fucking! snarled through my thoughts. I glared at Mildred as she mounted the busty and sexy Mrs. Quick. My new futa-neighbor rammed her girl-cock into Mrs. Quick’s pussy.

“Mmm, your daughter’s mind-controlling someone right now!” Mildred panted as she thrust away at the married woman.

“I know!” Mrs. Quick moaned. “Do you think she’ll bring over Tabitha Brenton?”

That was my mother!

She’d gone back to her maiden name after divorcing my dad and kicking him out of the house. Flashes of her shot through my mind. Red hair. Short and curvy. If anyone was mind-controlling her, it would be me.

An incestuous rush shot through me as I imagined dominating my mother and turning her into my sex slave. And then my bratty, little sister would be mine, too. I’d make her treat me with respect. She’d never call me a “boy-faced dyke again.” Not when she had her mouth full of my big girl-dick.

My pussy clenched. I just had to put them on, but Chloe had screamed her head off, clearly having the greatest orgasm of her life. I’d watched it all through my drone. It was still hovering outside keeping a watch on the now empty living room.

How long would I be stuck in here?

“What if she brought over Alesha Lyon or her daughter, Kendall?” groaned Mrs. Quick. “They’re Black and gorgeous.”

“Ooh, maybe!” gasped Mildred, plowing her girl-dick into her pussy.

These futas were insatiable. I wanted to be one so bad. I closed my eyes, fought the growing itch in my pussy, and hoped to god the fun wouldn’t stay in the bedroom. Or I would lose my mind with my aching lust.

Chloe Quick

Mrs. Solomon followed me as naked as I was. My new futa-cum dribbled down her face. The busty trophy wife had such a look of delight on her jizz-splattered features. I couldn’t help but smile at her as I slid open the glass door.

“My husband’s watching the game,” she said. “What if he sees us?”

“And?” I asked. “You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

“I am,” the sexy woman groaned. She was always flirting with the men of the neighborhood. Now that I was a futa, I got why they responded.

Mrs. Solomon was gorgeous, her brown hair falling in curves around that mature and beautiful face, her tits fake and big and perky. She had curving hips and a bubbly ass. Every bit of her was tan. She looked so hot.

I loved having mind-controlling panties. Mildred was so awesome to give me one. She was just the best. Ooh, I bet Mrs. Solomon thought the same thing about me. As I entered the kitchen, I spun around to walk backward, holding my wet panties in my hand.

“What do you think about me?”

“You’re just the best, Chloe,” she moaned, staring at me. “Just so cute and sexy. Fourteen ... And you have that huge dick. Mmm, it’s just such a yummy dick.”

“I know, right!” I cheered. I couldn’t help but hum as I strolled through the kitchen.

The sound of baseball grew louder. The crowd cheered from the TV. I could see the back of Mr. Solomon’s head. He was older than his wife by, like, two decades or something. He had graying hair, but still fit, I guess. People said fifty was the new thirty or something.

It all sounded old to me.

“Hi, Mr. Solomon,” I brightly said. “Your wife’s my new whore now. Guess you’ll have to find a new bimbo with fake tits to marry.”

“Wait, what?” he spluttered. The recliner creaked as his legs folded it. Then he bolted around, a can of Miller Lite in his hand. White-brown froth spilled over the rim. “Is that sup ... What the fuck?”

I grinned at him, my futa-cock throbbing hard.

“Your naked and ... Danielle, is that... ?”

“Cum? Yes, it is,” Mrs. Solomon cooed. “The cutie fires so much yummy cum from that wonderful cock of hers.” She swiped some off her cheek and popped it into her mouth.

“It’s from my big dick,” I said, grabbing my futa-cock in one hand. “It’s bigger than yours, Mr. Solomon!”

His jaw really dropped. His faced turned red.

Giggling, I threw my panties at him and said, “Catch!”

They hit his chest and fell into his free hand. They were all white with ruffled bands of lace running down the back. They were the perfect set of schoolgirl panties. Just so cute and adorable. They were the perfect thing to make any pervert’s dick hard.

He held them, had to feel how soaked they were with my juices. He balled them up like he was about to throw them, and then froze. He stared at them, inhaling deeply. He brought my panties closer to his nose, almost rubbing them into his face.

Which was gross. He was an old man, and those were my panties.

“You’ve gotten a good enough sniff, give them back,” I hissed.

He blinked and then tossed them to me. I grabbed them and said, “So, Mrs. Solomon’s mine, right?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess ... I guess I got to find another bimbo with big tits to marry.”

“That’s right,” I said. And if she was as hot as the current Mrs. Solomon, well, I might have to keep her.

I felt so wicked as I strutted naked through the living room, Mrs. Solomon strutting behind me. She held my clothes. I could put them on, but skinny jeans were soooooooooooooooooooo uncomfortable to wear with a big futa-dick. And I could mind-control people, so who cared. I could do what I wanted.

“Bye, Eric, I guess we’re not married any longer,” Mrs. Solomon called. “You weren’t a bad husband.”

“But you were a bad wife, weren’t you?” I asked, opening the door.

“Oh, just wicked. I broke up the Fords, didn’t I?” she said, sounding proud.

“And what about my dad?” A nervousness entered my stomach. Mom was Mildred’s, but she might give her back to Dad. They had a great marriage. “Did you and he... ?”

“No, no,” she said. “Your mom’s hard to compete with. She went the smart route. I swear, she must have been giving your dad BJ’s and pussy left and right. They were always heading off to fuck whenever I came around to try and seduce him.”

“You’re so bad,” I said as we crossed the lawn.

The evening sun was warm on my tits. The neighborhood was pretty quiet. Someone mowed their lawn somewhere, but it was distant. Sasha Ford’s drone hovered over the street, but she wasn’t sitting on her porch any longer.

I glanced across the street, trying to see in my house’s living room window. Dad had my big sister and Aunt Nadine to keep him company now. Mom had sent him the video of me becoming a futa. It sounded like a big hit over there. I was glad he was getting taken care of. He was a good dad.

My flip-flops smacked against the bottom of my feet as I crossed the street. Mrs. Solomon followed. I glanced back at her to see her big boobies jiggling. They were such sexy tits. Just the absolute best.

“What in the sweet baby Jesus are you hussies doing!” boomed from up the street.

I whirled around, a surge of panic racing through me at the sounds of Ms. Lyon. Not Mrs. Lyon or Miss Lyon, but Ms. Lyon. She did not like it if you made that mistake. She would get so mad at you, like she was right now.

The Black woman always terrified me. She was always yelling. At the TV, her daughter Kendall, the neighbor’s dog, or any children on the block that disturbed her. I wanted to flee, my hands balling up my panties.

“Alesha, pull your panties out of your crack,” Mrs. Solomon said, stepping before me. “Why are you flying off the handle again?”

“Flying off the handle?” demanded the Black woman. She stopped before Mrs. Solomon. “I know you’re the neighborhood bike, but not even you are slutty enough to think walking around naked with a face covered in man juice is appropriate. And you’ve dragged that brat into it. She’s fourteen!”

“And? She has a big cock. You should try it. If you had a good dicking in the last decade, your moldering cunt wouldn’t be driving you mad with desperate lust right now.”

“Moldering cunt? What sort of diseased petri dish are you brewing in that pussy of yours? You are everything wrong with this neighborhood. Homewreckin’ whore!”

Mrs. Solomon laughed. “That’s rich from the one woman on the block who got pumped and dumped and left with a baby. You don’t even have a proper home for me to wreck. Or are you just jealous that all the men would rather ride me than you?”

As they shouted, I calmed down. The attention was off of me and ... I had my panties. Why was I scared? I didn’t have to be afraid of Ms. Lyon ever again. She couldn’t yell at me. Nor could she yell at her daughter.

I marched right up to my MILF and said, “Mrs. Solomon is right! You need a good dicking, Ms. Lyon!”

“You filthy little harlot!” Ms. Lyon snarled, her gaze snapping down to me. Her ebony features twisted, and then her eyes bulged. She let out a choked gasp as she stared at my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy. My big and throbbing cock that would give her such rapture.

I smiled as ideas burst into my mind.

Before she could gather herself, I shoved my panties into her mouth and said, “You apologize to me right now! With your mouth!”

She breathed in the scent wreathing my panties. A shiver ran through the Black woman. Her eyes bulged. She groaned, breathing in again. She had those cute and innocent panties pressed so tight against her mouth, her words came out muffled.

“What was that?” I demanded. “I can’t understand you with your mouth full of my panties. I know my cunt tastes amazing, but pull them from your lips.”

She did, her eyes staring at me with wild lust now and not disgust and anger. “I’m so sorry for calling you a filthy, little harlot. You’re not. I’m so, so sorry, Chloe.”

“That’s Ms. Quick to you,” I snapped. “And I said apologize with your mouth.”

Confusion flicked across her face. “Um ... I did. I said I was sorry. I am so very sorry.”

“She means suck her cock,” cooed Mrs. Solomon. “There’s that big dick you need. Get your lips wrapped around it.”

“No she didn’t,” Ms. Lyon said. “Stop being a slut and thinking we’re all like you. Ms. Quick is not a pervert like you.”

“No, I meant you to suck my cock,” I said. “Right here on the street. Where anyone can see us.”

“Of course you did,” Ms. Lyon groaned. The black woman sank down to her knees. “I’m so sorry for not realizing it. Of course, you want me to suck your cock. Mmm, and it’s such a big cock. So beautiful. A girl’s cock.”

“Futa-cock,” I added. “I’m a futa.”

“Of course you are, Ms. Quick.”

Her ebony fingers wrapped around my thick dick. She licked her lips, her eyes staring at my shaft’s crown. She let out a throaty purr and then leaned forward. She sucked the tip of my cock right into her hot and wet mouth. I groaned, savoring this rush. My girl-balls tightened as they swayed over my pussy.

In the middle of the street. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was so wicked and kinky. Anyone could see us. My pussy clenched as this thrill rushed through me that had nothing to do with the hot mouth nursing on my futa-dick.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Mrs. Solomon said. “That’s the dick that’s going to mellow you out. Hard to be a bitch after cumming harder than you ever have in your life.”

“That’s right,” I said, my dick throbbing at Ms. Lyon sucking hard. Her hand fisted the base of my girl-dick while her mouth bobbed along the top. She sucked hard, moaning around my cock. My pussy clenched and my nuts brimmed with a load of cum. “Mmm, apologize for all those mean things you said. For all the times you’ve yelled at me.”

Ms. Lyon did. She apologized with that wonderful mouth of hers.

I closed my eyes, enjoying her lips sliding down my shaft. My hands slid through her short, frizzy hair. I reveled in this sexy, Black MILF worshiping my dick. Pussy juices soaked my bush and dribbled down my thighs.

Mrs. Solomon moaned right beside us. I opened my eyes to the naked MILF scooping my jizz off her face with her fingers and popping it into her mouth. She sucked on her digits, her cheeks hollowing as she loved the flavor of my cum.

“You have fingers, too, Ms. Lyon,” I panted, inspired. “Apologize to my pussy. I’m more than a cock.”

Ms. Lyon moaned around my shaft. Her left hand slid up my inner thigh. A tingle rippled ahead of her touch. My pussy lips grew excited. I squirmed in place, the pleasure building and building in my futa-balls. I would have such a wonderful orgasm. She rose higher and higher. My futa-dick throbbed in her hungry mouth.

Her fingers reached my pussy lips.

I let out an explosive breath as she stroked up and down my juicy labia. The pleasure rippled through my body and flowed up my cock. She caressed my naughty bits, my hairless nutsack resting on her wrist. This wild delight rippled through my body. I groaned, my breasts jiggling.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “Ooh, that’s perfect. Oh, you’re apologizing so well.”

“Mmm, she is sucking hard,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. She scooped up a line of cum off her face and then darted her hand down to her pussy. She rubbed my jizz into her pussy lips.

My cunt clenched.

I groaned as Mrs. Solomon thrust her fingers into her pussy, plunging my jizz into her depth. My dick throbbed in Ms. Lyon’s sucking mouth. The pleasure swept through my body. My heart pounded so fast. A rapid beat that swept such aching bliss through me.

Ms. Lyon’s digits stroked up and down my pussy lips as she coaxed my cum to erupt into her hungry mouth. My toes curled in my shoes. I would spurt so much jizz into her mouth. The pressure swelled in my girl-balls. This wicked heat swept through my body.

She thrust her fingers into my cunt’s depths.

“Ms. Lyon!” I gasped, my firm titties jiggling. A rush of delight swept up to the pinnacle of my cock.

I groaned, my pussy brimming with delight. I was coming so close to spurting into her mouth. To pumping her full of my jizz. Her digits wiggled around inside of me. I gasped at how wicked that felt. My eyes squeezed shut.

“Ms. Lyon!”

“Cum in her mouth!” hissed Mrs. Solomon, frigging her own cunt beside me, her cum-splattered tits jiggling.

“Yes!” I howled as a car drove by. Brakes squeaked as someone saw us.

I didn’t care.

I erupted.

I pumped my futa-cum from my balls into Ms. Lyon’s hungry mouth. I spurted over and over into her. My body bucked, my pussy going wild around the Black woman’s digits. Juices gushed out of my twat and cum pumped out of my dick.

The dual pleasure hit my mind. They danced and swirled over them. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision. My thoughts drank in the blisses while Ms. Lyon drank my futa-cum. She swallowed every wonderful drip.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Chloe!” groaned Mrs. Solomon.

It was exquisite to experience. A total delight that had me swaying and groaning to the pinnacle of my orgasm. Ms. Lyon sucked out the last spurts of my jizz. She gulped them down. I swayed there, heart racing.

I loved having mind-control panties.

Sasha Ford

How long would I have to wait in here?

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Mrs. Quick. She shuddered beneath Mildred, their tits pressed tight. “Oh, I love your futa-cum pumping into me.”

I squirmed my thighs together. My panties were so soaked, I was certain my jean shorts were, too. I could smell my sweet musk soaking the air. I wanted to get out of this cramped, dark closet. I wanted to put on the panties in my hand.

“Oh, god, that was good,” Mildred panted. She rolled off the MILF, her futa-cock popping out of Mrs. Quick’s pussy. That big, thick shaft waved back and forth. I could see them through the louvered slats of the closet door.

“Yes, it was,” Mrs. Quick groaned. “Mmm, your cock always feels amazing in me.” The blonde MILF snuggled up against Mildred’s body.

“I’m surprised your daughter’s not back yet,” Mildred said.

“She’s usually responsible. It’s her sister that’s the problem child.”

Mildred chuckled. “I can believe that. The way she dresses...”

I liked how Bryana dressed. She was a wild girl. I’d eaten her pussy a few times, and she’d returned the favor. Once while her boyfriend was passed out at a party. That had been hot knowing I was using his girlfriend and he didn’t even get the thrill of watching.

“I guess I should have told her to hurry back,” Mildred said.

“Mmm, then we’ll just have to pass the time, won’t we?” Mrs. Quick said.

Please, please leave and go back downstairs! I screamed in my mind. They could go watch Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune. That’s what boomers like to watch, right? They probably both watched it every night normally.

“We could put this dick,” Mrs. Quick purred, stroking the futa’s wet shaft, “in my asshole.”

“You get one taste of anal, and now you’re just a slut for it, huh?” Mildred asked. “Yes!”

I groaned as they shifted positions for anal. I was never leaving this closet with my panties. I was in hell. I had been given all my dreams in a single pair of panties, and I was trapped here. Stuck. Unable to use them.

“Mildred!” Mrs. Quick gasped as she took a hard futa-dick in her asshole.

Chloe Quick

Ms. Lyon pulled her mouth off my dick. She licked her lips and stared up at me with such worship in her eyes. A naughty quiver ran through my body. A drop of my cum ran down her ebony skin from the corner of her mouth.

“Strip,” I said. “You should be naked with us.”

“I should,” Ms. Lyon groaned and rose. She peeled off the top she wore, her round breasts jiggling in her leopard print bra.

“Wow, really?” Mrs. Solomon asked. “Leopard print?”

“What’s wrong with that?” hissed Ms. Lyon. “I know it’s not the slutty, flimsy—”

“You two love each other!” I hissed. “So stopp bickering.”

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” Mrs. Solomon said. “Alesha, I didn’t mean to disparage you. I think your bra is cute.”

“You do?” Ms. Lyon asked, staring down. “It’s not a little much? I was kinda worried when I bought it.”

I blinked at how they changed. Then smiled.

“No, honey, it’s perfect.” Mrs. Solomon stepped closer, her arms going around Ms. Lyon’s neck. “Just like you’re perfect.”

They kissed.

“What?” I muttered. Then my eyes bulged. “Whoops. I used the L word, huh?” I needed to be careful, but ... It was hot. They loved each other now. They were kissing with passion, my cum dribbling down Mrs. Solomon’s face to season their kiss.

My futa-dick throbbed at that while Ms. Lyon kept stripping. She reached behind her, lips melted to Mrs. Solomon’s, and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her shoulders, the cups sliding out from between their pressed tight tits.

Now tan boobies and ebony tatas were pressed tight. I groaned at the sight of that. Ms. Lyon kept moving, unbuttoning her jeans and working those off, too. More cum dribbled down to their lips. Nothing stopped them.

Not even Mr. Carlton watching them. He had been in the car that had driven by. Now he stood on the sidewalk staring at us in shock. I waved at him, not caring. I was having too much fun with my powers.

Ms. Lyon wore leopard-print panties, too. She peeled them off her hips and struggled to work them down her thighs without bending over. Unlike her jeans, her panties didn’t drop down her legs. She had to break the kiss, bending over, her face sliding through Mrs. Solomon’s tits.

“Ooh, Alesha,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. “I love the feel of your hair on my tits. God, your sexy.”

“So are your boobs,” Ms. Lyon groaned. “You know how much I love you, Danielle?”

“How much?” I asked, a giddy thrill rushing through me.

“Like Mt. Everest amount.” The Black woman stepped out of her panties, her black bush trimmed and midnight-dark, a forest hiding her pussy. She straightened up. “My love can reach to the top of the highest point on earth.”

“Damn,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. She kissed Ms. Lyon again.

I loved the sight of their ebony and ivory bodies pressed together. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to get back to Mildred’s with Mrs. Solomon, but I hadn’t been told when. I could still have more fun. My futa-dick throbbed.

“Let’s go introduce your daughter to the love of your life, Ms. Lyon,” I said. “Kendall’s home, right?”

Ms. Lyon broke the kiss and smiled. “Yeah, she’s home. You’re right. She has to know about, Danielle. I mean ... I love you so much.”

“So do I,” Mrs. Solomon groaned. “I haven’t felt this way since I was Chloe’s age.”

“So you never loved Mr. Solomon?” I asked.

“I loved his wallet.” The busty woman giggled. “Mmm, you are amazing, Alesha. Why didn’t I ever notice it before?”

“Sometimes love just smacks you in the face.”

“Yep,” I said, gripping my panties. “Let’s go.”

I followed the pair of naked MILFs, their arms entwined. A tan ass and an ebony one swayed before me down the sidewalk. My futa-dick throbbed and ached for the wicked fun we were going to have. Pussy juices soaked my thighs; my spicy musk filled my nose.