Chapter 7: Futa Mind-Controls Her Bratty Sister

Sasha Ford

I pulled out of my mother’s pussy, my new futa-cock feeling amazing as I slid out of her. It popped out. My dick throbbed as I put my finger to my lips, motioning my redheaded mother to silence. She grinned and nodded, eager to obey.

That was all thanks to the mind-controlling panties I stole from the woman who had moved in across the street. Mildred had her own futa-cock and her own pair of panties. She’d given another pair to fourteen-year-old Chloe Quick and sent her out onto the world.

How could I not want to steal a pair for myself?

It fed all the desires my seventeen-year-old flesh had. I was a lesbian, so I wanted to fuck women. Strap-ons were fun, but having my own cock to do it with while keeping my pussy was amazing. The mind-control was just icing on the cake.

To fuck any woman I wanted was amazing. I was so glad I figured out it was the panties and not my cock that did it. My plan to dominate my mother and sister had almost failed, but I knew how it worked now.

It was time to get my little sister in on the fun.

I picked up my panties. They were a pair of flannel boy shorts, soaked so much by my pussy juices I wondered if they ever would go dry. My sweet musk filled my nose. The scent that would hypnotize my little sister into being my slut just like mom.

Once I had them, I would get Dad to come over. I would repair our family shattered by his affair with that whore next door. Mrs. Solomon might be the hottest MILF on the street with her big, fake tits and provocative style of dressing, but she had also gotten my parents divorced.

She’d pay for that.

And I would share my mom and little sister with Dad. He was a great guy. Taught me so many things. It sucked that he had to live so far away now. I hardly got to see him. These panties would fix everything in my life.

I reached the door and wrenched it open.

Fawn jumped back, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying about her flushed face. She hit the far wall of the hallway, yelping in fear. She pressed against it, staring up at me. She was two years younger than me and such a brat, loving to brag how she had gotten nice, round tits already while mine were still small.

“Mom! Mom!” she shouted. “She’s naked! Mom!”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what Mom and I were doing in there,” I said. “You think Mom’s going to stop me?”

“You weren’t doing that!” Fawn hissed, defiance in her blue eyes. She was shorter than me. I could still loom over her. “She was spanking you. Yes, yes, that was what I heard. You were being disciplined. Mom! She’s being a freak. She’s got that strap-on aimed at me.”

“That’s not a strap-on,” I said, savoring this. “That’s my dick dripping in our mother’s pussy juices. Right, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes, Sasha,” Mom said, her voice throaty. “Your sister fucked me so hard, Fawn. I haven’t had a real dick in me for so long. I feel amazing now.”

The color drained from my little sister’s face. Her eyes bulged. She whimpered and then shook her head in denial. She clamped her hands over her ears and let out a bratty screech. Then she burst into a run for her door.

I played softball. So I did a casual, underhand toss of my panties. They soared through the air. As she reached her bedroom door, they landed right on her left shoulder. The wet panties clung to her t-shirt. She turned her head, eyes widening.

“Eww, what is ... that is...” Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. “Why does that smell so good?”

I smiled as my little sister brought the panties to her nose. She pressed the fabric against her face and breathed in again. Her entire body quivered. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips and then inhaled yet again.

“Oh, my,” she moaned. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “That’s really, really good. I mean ... Wow.”

“You just love the scent of my pussy, don’t you, brat?”

“I do, Sasha.” She smeared my panties across her face. Her eyes fluttered as she reveled in my scent. I swear, she was even licking them.

“You’re going to be my little slave now, aren’t you? Just do everything I say.”

“Of course, Sasha.”

“Mistress,” I purred. “That’s how you address me.”

“You’re right, that is, Mistress,” she said. Her eyes focused on me. “Ooh, you really have a big dick. How do you have that?”

“Because I’m better than you.”

Fawn sighed. “You are.” She sniffed my panties again, her breasts jiggling. “You are so much better than me.”

I grinned, loving her words. “That’s why you’re going to strip naked. You don’t get to wear clothes in this house. You can only put them on if you’re about to leave the house, and you have to do it right before the door.”

“Right, Mistress!” she said, utterly controlled by the naughty scent wreathing my panties.

She dropped them to the ground and peeled off her t-shirt. I smiled as her round breasts appeared in a lacy, lilac bra. It looked cute on her. My lusts swelled as my little sister reached behind her. She unfastened the clasp and shoved it off her shoulders.

“Mom, come here and lick my asshole,” I commanded as I watched my little sister’s round, perky tits come into view.

“Sure, Sasha,” Mom said. I heard my mattress creak. Footsteps whisked across the room. “Mmm, I’ll lick it real good.”

I loved my mind-controlling panties.

My futa-cock throbbed as Mom grabbed my rump and parted my butt-cheeks. I heard her murmur in delight moments before her face pressed into my crack. Her fiery hair spilled over my rump, caressing me while her tongue darted around my asshole. She swirled about me, rimming me.

As she gave me that naughty delight, my little sister’s fifteen-year-old titties jiggled. She unsnapped her jeans and wiggled them off, peeling her panties off with them. I arched an eyebrow at her shaved pussy.

“Are you even a virgin?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m fifteen, jeez, Mistress.”

“Don’t be a bitch to me,” I snapped. “You will always speak to me with respect because you know I’m better than you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” she gasped, pushing her jeans and panties off the rest of the way. “I thought you knew.”

“To a boy?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a few boys, Mistress. At this party, I took three on in a row. Just one after the other.”

I arched an eyebrow. What sort of parties was she going to? When I was fifteen ... Well, okay, when I was fifteen, I was sneaking girls away at parties to eat their pussies. I had a night where my jaw had gotten sore from all the cunt I’d eaten.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Now, since you like the scent of pussy so much, suck our mother’s juices off my cock.”

“Ooh, yes!” Sasha gasped and darted to me, her round tits bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with incestuous lust.

Our mother’s tongue danced around my asshole. My pussy clenched. The ache in my girl-balls swelled. My little sister fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my cock with her hand and licked her lips. Hunger flashed across her face. She grinned up at me.

Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my girl-dick. She swallowed my cock with such hunger, sliding her lips over it. The heat swelled down my shaft into my cunt. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

This would be so hot.

“Damn, brat,” I panted as my sister bobbed her head. She worked her lips up and down my cock. “You must have been practicing.”

She just winked at me.

Fawn’s mouth felt amazing while our mother’s tongue swirled and writhed around my asshole. She stirred up my naughty bowels. She stimulated me, sending such wicked heat surging through my body. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around my mother’s face.

The heat from her rimming met the delight from my sister’s sucking. Both mixed and merged in my pussy. They danced around in me, teasing me, driving me wild. I groaned, my back arching. My butt-cheeks clenched about my mother’s face as her tongue pressed against my asshole.

“You taste so good,” Sasha,” she moaned. “Mmm, I never knew a girl’s asshole would be so yummy.”

“You want to thrust your tongue into my bowels, don’tcha, Mom?”

“Yes!” She thrust her tongue against my backdoor.

I groaned as my asshole stretched and stretched to accommodate my mother’s tongue. It was such a heady rush. She popped into my bowels. Her tongue was in my asshole. She swirled it around while my little sister sucked on my futa-dick.

I quivered there as I realized just what was happening. “This is awesome!”

I savored the naughty feel of her tongue reaching deeper and deeper into my bowels. I loved my bratty little sister’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. She sucked on me. She nursed with hunger on my dick, clearly so eager for my cum to explode from my cock.

Which was good, because I was so eager to give her all my jizz. I wanted to baste her mouth with all my spunk. To drown her in futa-seed. It would be just the best thing in the world to do to the girl. She would have a belly full of my girl-spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. “Ooh, just suck on my dick. Nurse on my cock! That’s so good!”

She sucked on my dick. She bobbed her head, staring up at me with hunger. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft. She slid down it to my bush. Her hand brushed my pussy lips, my brassy-brown pubic hair spilling over her skin.

I loved this. My cunt clenched. My orgasm built faster and faster. Mom’s tongue dance around in my asshole while my little sister sucked on my dick like she were a vacuum cleaner, just hoovering up all the precum leaking out of me.

“Damn, I’m going to flood your mouth!” I panted. “I know you want my cum, brat.”

She squealed, sucking and nursing with such energetic need. Damn, I was seeing the appeal of having a little sister now. It was like she was born to suck my girl-dick. I grinned, savoring all the wicked fun I would get up to.

My balls tightened. The cum heated up in them. My body trembled as I came closer and closer to cumming. My bowels clenched on my mother’s tongue. Fawn’s hand stroked down my dick to my pussy lips. Massaged them.

“Fuck!” I howled and came.

My futa-jizz fired into my little sister’s mouth. An incestuous rush of bliss washed out of my spasming cunt while the intense jolts of ecstasy erupted from my dick. My entire body electrified with delight.

Mom’s tongue danced through my spasming bowels while the bliss surged through my body. I swayed, whimpering and groaning, savoring all the bliss that shot through my body. It was outstanding to experience. I groaned, my eyes fluttering.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, my god, this is the best. The fucking best!”

Fawn gulped down my cum. She sucked it all down with hunger. She kept nursing at my dick even after I fired the last of my spunk into her. Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering.

“Oh, yes, yes, that was good.”

Fawn slid her mouth off my cock. “I’m so glad to swallow all your cum, Mistress. See.” She opened mouth. “Aaaahhhh!”

I watched her uvula dance as she hummed. She had swallowed it all. Every last drop.

“Want more cum?” I asked her, my hand sliding through her strawberry-blonde hair.

She nodded her head in enthusiasm. “Of course I do, Mistress. Your jizz is the best. Sister-cum is where it’s at!”

“I fired a lot into Mom.” I grinned. “Why don’t you lick her clean while I find other places to slip my cock into your body.”

“Hot!”

“Mmm, that sounds wonderful,” Mom cooed behind me. “I have so much of your sister’s seed in me, Fawn!”

Oh, yes, I would enjoy this.

Mildred Dean

The footsteps came closer and closer.

My entire body trembled with anticipation. Not fear. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in me. Not with my mind-controlling panties gripped in my hand. I stood in my baggy dress, my futa-cock throbbing hard, tenting the front of my skirt. Mrs. Quick was beside me. She had a look of hungry delight on her face.

“I hope she’s gorgeous,” she groaned as the lock on the door twisted.

“She is,” I said, ready to see Elouise Tuft, the wife of my church’s preacher. I wanted to dominate her. To control her and make her my sl—

“Mildred,” Harold Tuft said. It was my preacher who answered the door instead. He was a tall man with brown hair and a strong chin. “This is a surprise. Is something wrong?”

He knew I had problems with going out and being around strangers. Well, I used to. Becoming a futa thanks to the mysterious P’s gift, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I was a futa. I had a big dick and one whiff of my panties would mind-control anyone.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said and shoved my panties into his face. “I just need you to get in your car, drive to the church, and don’t come back until late tonight. I don’t want to be interrupted while I fuck your wife and daughter.”

“Of course, Mildred,” he groaned. He breathed in. “Mmm, that smells good.”

“Yes, yes,” I said, growing impatient. “Don’t be surprised if at least your wife is gone when you get back. I want her to be mine. She’s so sexy.”

“She’s yours,” he said. “She is a gorgeous woman.”

“So gorgeous,” I said and stepped aside.

“Harold, who is it?” Elouise called from the kitchen. She must be cooking dinner.

“Just Mildred and a friend,” he said. “I have to go to church. If I don’t see you again, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she said, sounding a little bemused. “But what about dinner?”

He was already marching out to his car. I smiled. I would probably return Elouise to him in a while. After I had my fun with her. If not, I would find him a new wife to love. Whoever she’d be, they would be so happy together.

The world was so much easier when you could control it. So much safer. It wasn’t dangerous at all.

“Elouise,” I said, stepping into her house, Mrs. Quick with me. “I brought my lover, Dianne, and am so eager to make love to you.”

“Lover?” Elouise said. “Make love to me?” She sounded utterly bemused.

“Yep,” I said. “Mmm, it’s going to be great.”

“I don’t see why I would do that,” Elouise said and marched out of the kitchen wearing a pair of mom jeans and an old T-shirt from an Evangelical conference held a few years ago. Even without her makeup on, she had a lovely face. A short, blonde woman with that hourglass figure. Her breasts had a slight jiggle to them, round and plump. “What has gotten into you, Mildred? Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I said, holding up my panties. “Just smell these and everything will make sense.”

“I’m not sniffing your panties,” she said, indignation flashing across her face.

“Sure you are,” I said, advancing. I swung the wet panties from my finger.

Disgust blanched across Elouise’s face. She backed away from me. Anger then tightened her expression. She glared at me. “Get out of my house right now.”

“Mmm, you sure you don’t want to smell them?” Mrs. Quick asked. “Because they smell delicious. Just the best.”

“I am sure!” hissed the reverend’s wife. “I won’t do something as ... as...” Her nostrils twitched. “I won’t ... That is ... Um ... Is that delicious scent coming from your panties?”

I grinned as I breathed in, smelling my tangy aroma. I stood about five feet away from her, letting the panties swing from my finger. “You know, I think it is coming from them. Sure you don’t want to smell my panties?”

“I’m pretty sure that I don’t ... but...” She frowned. Her nose twitched. Her sniffs were audible. “That is ... I mean...” She drifted closer, her eyes focused on the panties. “That does smell really good.”

She took them from me and brought them to her nose. My futa-dick throbbed and the naughty ache built in my balls as she pressed them against her face and took a deep and long inhale. She shuddered and let out a satiated groan.

“Oh, my, that’s good. Mmm, is that your pussy, Mildred?” she asked.

“Yes, it is,” I said, my hunger growing. I peeled off my dress, revealing my naked body. “If you want to nuzzle beneath my girl-balls, you can get a better whiff.”

“Oh, my, I think I must and...” Her words trailed off. “Mildred! You’re a man?”

“A man doesn’t have a pussy,” I said. “Kneel down and find out. You’re going to love eating pussy. Ever done it?”

“Of course I haven’t,” she gasped as she took the few steps to reach me. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “I’m not gay.”

She said that like it was dirty.

“You are now. You love pussy. Want to eat them. In fact, only girl-cocks—futa-dicks like mine—are the only dicks you’ll ever want again.”

“Mmm, you’re so right,” the reverend’s wife moaned. “Why would I ever want a man’s cock? Yours is so much bigger. And you have that yummy pussy. I never realized how sexy women were. How much I want to eat them out. I think I’m going to have fun being a lesbian.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, mind whirring. It looked like I would owe Reverend Tuft a new wife after all. Unless ... What if I kept them married, but just had her seduce every woman who came to the church. Seeing if she could tempt them into lesbian passion.

My lusts throbbed through me.

“You love nothing more than seducing women at your church,” I told her. “You don’t care who knows, especially not your husband. He loves you anyway, but you just love pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmm, I do,” she moaned. “And I can’t divorce him. That’s a sin.”

“That’s right, you can’t ever divorce him,” I said and then gasped as she lifted my girl-balls to gaze at my brown bush covering my pussy.

“Oh, my, you have such a pretty pussy,” moaned the reverend’s lesbian wife. “I’ve never seen what up close before, but, yum.”

She pressed her face into my cunt. I gasped as her tongue eagerly licked across my pussy lips. One of my deepest and wildest fantasies played out. The sexy Elouise Tuft caressed my twat. She lapped up my juices and loved it. Her moans as she feasted on my snatch had me swaying.

Mrs. Quick had stripped naked. The busty blonde looked at my cock with hunger. Then she knelt down behind the reverend’s wife, hugging her and leaning over her shoulder to nuzzle into my cock’s tip.

“Yes,” I panted as Mrs. Quick slid her mouth over it. “Oh, that’s what I need.”

It was so hot to have her nursing on my cock while Elouise licked and lapped at my cunt. The reverend’s wife caressed her tongue over my pussy lips. She teased me. Sent such hot flutters of delight spilling through my body. I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring every moment of this. Every last naughty sensation sliding over my cunt.

Mrs. Quick sucked with hunger on my girl-dick. Her tongue knew just how to stroke me. She ran across me, teasing me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I savored the heat sweeping through me. I embraced it. Loved it. My cunt clenched as the heat billowed out of me.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I groaned. “Mmm, you’re both such naughty wives.”

“Well, your pussy is too pretty not to eat,” Elouise said. She stroked her tongue throw my folds. “And tastes delicious.”

Mrs. Quick moaned her agreement around my girl-dick. She sucked and nursed with hunger. Her head bobbed. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her lips maintained that tight seal. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my twat. My heart pumped heat through my body.

Elouise’s tongue darted into my pussy’s depths. She swirled around in me, teasing me. Her fluttering strokes sent bliss flooding up to the tip of my dick buried in Mrs. Quick’s hungry mouth. The blonde MILF sucked so hard, her nursing delight shooting ecstasy down my cock to my naughty cunt.

My balls drank it all in. They grew tighter and tighter with my load of cum. My naked breasts swayed as the bliss swept out through my body. So much bliss swept through me. I groaned, loving the two wives pleasing me.

“I’m going to flood your mouth with so much pussy cream, Elouise,” I gasped.

“Yum!” she moaned and licked harder. She brushed my clit, sending sparks bursting through me.

“And for you, Dianne, all the futa-cum you can swallow.”

Mrs. Quick popped her mouth off my cock to moan, “I can swallow a lot. Sure you have enough?” “Yes!” I moaned.

She re-engulfed my cock. She sucked hard on my dick, nursing. I squirmed, the pleasure building and building in me. Elouise stroked my cuntlips with her tongue, teasing me. The pleasure brimmed in my nuts. They would explode with such rapture.

They would pump all that wonderful cum in Mrs. Quick’s mouth.

My pussy would flood Elouise’s mouth with cream for the naughty wife to enjoy. I groaned, my fingers squeezing tight. Both of those sexy beauties did such wicked things to my cock and pussy with their mouths.