I parked my car in front of Jennifer's house, at 4 P.M. on a pleasant sunny afternoon. I had met her the week before, when she showed me around a few houses I might buy. Jennifer, 33 years old, part-time real estate agent and full-time mom. Long dark hair, curvy hips and breasts, a bit of a midwestern accent.
Although Jennifer was happily married, she had, at my barest suggestion, taken off her clothes, leaned over the soft furniture in the home she was showing me, and invited me to use her body any way I liked.
That's how it is when you're a mind controller, like me. She had even thought it was her idea. Her infidelity didn't even bother her; with my slightest suggestion, she found it exciting instead. And she came, hard, as I enjoyed myself in her plush body.
That afternoon, I intended to follow up with Jennifer with a visit to her house. I knew her husband wouldn't be home until much later. Not that his presence would be a problem, it's just simpler when I have fewer minds to control. So, there would only be Jennifer and her two kids that she had just picked up from school in her beige minivan.
Ah, her kids. Now, I'm no pedophile. But I was exploring a new angle. And Jennifer's would be perfect.
"Oh! Mr. Wright!" said Jennifer as she let me enter her front door into her living room. "I'm surprised to see you here... at my home!"
"Yes," I smiled, and waved my hand. "But it doesn't bother you at all. I've got good news for you and your family. Remind me the ages of your children?"
"Oh! Well, my oldest is Scott, he's 13. And my little one is Katie, she's 10."
"That's lovely. Go fetch them, and meet me here in the living room."
Jennifer went upstairs, and returned minutes later with both kids in tow. Scott was tall for his age, perhaps an early growth spurt. Katie was a diminutive version of her mother, long dark hair, very cute face, just no curves on her body at all.
I sat in the easy chair, and motioned for them to sit on the sofa across from me. Jennifer was smiling and receptive. The kids were just curious.
"Go ahead and tell them what we did last week," I suggested.
"Oh! Really?" Jennifer looked slightly troubled. I could have set her mind on blind obedience, but it was so much more fun to leave in a glimmer of realization of the wrongness of what she was doing. "Well, OK. Scott, Katie... I had sex with Mr. Wright last week."
"Do you both know what sex is?" I asked. "Relax, and be honest."
"Yeah, I've seen porn," said Scott.
"It's when a man and woman make a baby," said Katie.
"It's a lot more than that," I said. "And Scott, it's also a lot more than what you see in porn. Do you masturbate?"
"Sure. Yeah." Scott tried to look away. I had him set to relax and be honest, but he was still a little embarrassed.
"And you, Katie," I asked. "Jennifer, ask her."
"Do you sometimes touch your cunny, sweetie?" Jennifer asked. "Touch it in a way that feels good?"
"Yeah! I like it," said Katie.
"Great," I said. "Well, today, you're all going to have sex."
There was a long, dramatic pause as this sank in. Jennifer looked troubled.
"You're not going to... with my kids...?"
"Oh, no. Not me. I'm not a pedophile. I'm not into boys, and Katie is much too young. No, I'm not laying a finger on them, and Katie is staying a virgin."
"Oh." Jennifer paused to consider this. "Well, that's good! Having sex with them would just be wrong."
"Correct. So I'm not going to. You are. Here, let me demonstrate. Come here and kiss me. Do it so they can watch. They probably haven't kissed anyone romantically yet, and they need to learn."
"Um, OK?" Jennifer came to me, on her knees. She looked at me, her eyes full of both excitement and concern. She offered me her lips, which I kissed, softly at first, and the more firmly with tongue. While I was doing it, I unbuttoned her blouse, and reached around to unsnap and release her bra. I held her lovely medium-sized breasts in my hands, as she got more and more into the kiss. I glanced around to see her kids watching us with fascination. I didn't have to plant that in their minds. They were genuinely interested in watching and learning what their mother was doing.
"Great," I said breaking the kiss. "Now, do that with your son."
Jennifer paused, glancing over at him. "But... I can't do that... it would be... um, incest."
I laughed. "Oh, it's not really incest yet. But OK. Let's get past that. Incest doesn't bother you."
She nodded, with a look of surprise. "You're right. I never really considered it. Incest doesn't bother me."
"And your son will love it. Scott, you've probably fantasized about kissing beautiful girls and playing with their tits?"
"Yeah, I have," he admitted.
"Well, your mother is beautiful. Let her teach you some things." I motioned. "Go, Jennifer. Don't worry. Just do it."
"Oh! OK." She went over to Scott. At first, they just looked at each other. Scott's eyes were on his mother's breasts. Finally, she just took his hands and placed them on those breasts, then leaned in to kiss him. I let them go for a couple minutes, until Scott calmed down enough to slow down and get into it. Katie eagerly watched her mother and brother tongue-kissing.
"Good enough," I said. "Now Jennifer, do the same for your daughter. Kiss her."
Jennifer looked over at me, concerned again. "Mr. Wright! I can't do that. She's just a little girl, and I'm not... um, a lesbian?"
"Of course you're not a lesbian, Jennifer. I know that from the way you came on my cock, last week. No, you're thinking you're not bisexual. But think again. Girls and women are just as exciting to kiss. And Katie is hardly a little girl. She's entering puberty, and in the next year or two, some of her peers are going to be experimenting with kissing boys, and even oral sex. The only responsible thing for you to do, as her mother, is to gently introduce her to those things. Go ahead. Ask her, if you like. Ask her if she wants to kiss you."
"Oh. OK." Jennifer turned and smiled. "Katie, darling, is it OK if you... practice grown-up kissing... with me?"
"Sure, Mom." Katie smiled. "It looks fun."
Slowly, Jennifer went to her. With a glance at me, as if looking to for reassurance, she gently took her daughter's face in her hands, and softly kissed her lips. They paused, spent a minute just looking into each other's eyes, and then the kissing got more serious. I could tell when Jennifer introduced her tongue into her daughter's mouth, and when Katie responded with her own tongue. I must admit, it was beautiful, and sexy. It was kinky enough to watch a 33-year-old woman kiss a 10-year-old girl. But even better as mother and daughter. And Katie was really getting into it. I could feel her surprise, her excitement, even her... arousal. Yes. Adults project a lot of things onto children, and people see what they want to see - but with my extra senses, I could feel it was real, Katie was getting actually turned on, at the act of French-kissing her own mother.
As a mind controller, this is what I live for. The unexpected. Sure, I could just turn up all their lust, and switch off all inhibition, and watch them go at it like animals. But there is no joy in that, for me. No surprise. As I had them now, a part of Jennifer's mind was still aware that what she was doing was wrong, a small part of her was panicking while the rest of her was lost in the simple joy of the kiss, a physical act of closeness with her sweet daughter, her maternal love blending with the pleasure. Love, joy, panic, all blended together - delicious. And for Katie, just excitement and arousal, the first time she was experiencing sexuality aside from touching herself.
"Beautiful," I said out loud.
"Yeah. They are." agreed Scott, watching his mom and sister go at it, then he turned to me. "Um, you said Mom is going to have sex with us? Does this mean I get to see her naked?"
I chuckled. "Yes, Scott, it does." I turned to the females. "You can stop kissing now. Scott wants to see you naked. Go ahead and undress each other. Jennifer, you can leave that blouse on, it doesn't cover much. And Katie, leave on those pink socks. They're cute."
Jennifer undressed Katie first. There wasn't much to see. A T-shirt, a skirt and panties came off. No real hips, flat chest, bare pudenda. Some 10-year-olds are already developing, but Katie wasn't yet. It was more dramatic when Katie helped pull off her mother's pants and panties. A little extra belly roll was testament to bearing two children, but otherwise Jennifer's body was the kind that our culture idealizes - strong tapered legs, breasts still with some perkiness, wide hips, a neatly trimmed triangle between her legs.
"Wow, Mom," said Scott. "You're so sexy looking!"
"Thank you, sweetie! I work out, you know." Jennifer turned around slowly, giving us all a view.
"Show him more," I said. "Both of you. On the sofa, and spread your legs wide."
Jennifer spread, both nervous and excited as she exposed her vulva to us.
"This is my pussy, sweetie," Jennifer said to her son.
"I've only got my little cunny," said Katie, spreading wide for us, but mostly looking over between her mother's legs, envious. I had to agree. What Katie had wasn't a pussy. What the hell was it that pedophile found attractive about it? Just very simple labia, and a hint of clitoris barely peeking out.
Scott wasn't looking at his sister. He was fascinated by what was between his mother's legs.
"Go ahead, Scott," I encouraged. "You can touch. Katie, you too. Your mom will teach you what all the parts are."
"Oh!" Jennifer gasped at Scott knelt in front of her, running one finger from top to bottom. "Not so hard on my clit, sweetie! Touch me there first. See? Those are my outer labia. And the inner ones. That's my clit." Then Katie was kneeling too, her fingers joining her brother's.
I smiled. I barely had to control Jennifer at all. She was genuinely enjoying her two children exploring her pussy with their fingers. She was showing them how far the labia stretched comfortably. She was encouraging them to put in two, three, four fingers. Showing them how she could use her pussy muscles to grip their fingers. Explaining why their fingers were wet, with her arousal. Then she looked up at me, her eyes full of excitement, apprehension, and lust.
"You're... you're making me do this, aren't you?"
"Not really, Jennifer. All I did was lower your inhibitions. You're doing what you want to do, what you would do if you had no concerns about separating your sexuality from mothering your children. All I suggested was that you teach them about your pussy. I didn't suggest that your pre-teen daughter finger-fuck you, like you just taught her to do."
"But... it feels so good."
"I like making you feel good, Mommy," said Katie.
"Oh, my sweet girl. You're making Mommy feel very, very good!"
"What do you want, Jennifer?" I asked. "Say it out loud."
"I want to come."
"You want your children to make you come?"
"Yes!" She had a hand on each of her kids. She used her right hand to pull Scott's face to hers, for a hot deep kiss, then she used her left hand to pull Katie in for the same kiss. "I... I want them to suck my tits."
"You heard your mother," I told them.
"Oh, cool!" said Scott. His mother opened her blouse and pushed her chest forward, practically shoving her nipple in her son's mouth. Katie giggled and latched on to the other one.
"Yes!" cried Jennifer. "Suck me! Touch me! Scott sweetie, keep doing that on my clit! Katie, keep moving your fingers inside me! Mommy's going to come!"
And she did, hard and long, temporarily losing control of her body, then gasping and trying to push her son's hand away from her clit. Eventually she pulled her children's mouths off her tits, and kissed each of them.
"Scott," I interrupted to say, "you probably have a raging erection at this point."
"Yeah," he admitted.
"Go ahead and take it out. Show it to your sister, then let your mother suck you off."
"OK. Cool!" Scott wasn't shy about standing up and pushing off his pants and underwear. His cock sprang out, thin and young, but utterly hard. He stood in front of his mother.
"That's funny looking!" giggled Katie, pointing.
"Oh, that's beautiful," said Jennifer, taking in the sight of her son's hard cock. "I'm... I'm supposed to suck on him?"
"That's right. You suck off your husband, don't you?"
"Well, sure. But, we've been married 14 years now. I don't do it very often anymore. And I don't let him... finish... in my mouth."
"I'll tell you what," I said. "Why not put Katie in your lap, and you can teach her what to do. She'll have boyfriends soon enough. Teach her what you know about giving head. You can decide if you want to let your son come in your mouth, or his sister's mouth."
"Oh my God. You're serious." Jennifer took her son's cock in her hand, gently stroking it. Scott moaned. She turned to look at me. "You really expect me to... do this... with my own son?"
"Suck him off, yes. Come on, you don't have to do anything fancy. Just take him in your mouth and give him some gentle head. It doesn't look like it will take much to get him off. And don't forget to give your daughter a turn."
Jennifer brought the cock in her hand to her mouth, hesitantly, and started to suck.
"Oh, wow!" declared Scott.
"Great, isn't it?" I said. "Notice that it isn't like all those blowjobs you've seen in porn. It doesn't have to be all about gagging and splitting and stuff. Your mom is just sucking you gently, and it feels great, doesn't it?"
"Oh yeah. Totally!"
"Go ahead, Katie," I encouraged, "take a turn."
"But... isn't that where he pees from?" said the girl nervously.
"It's OK," said Jennifer coming up for air. "There is no taste of pee, sweetie. Just nice clean cock. Come here." She put out her arms, and helped lift her naked daughter into her lap. "Feel it with your hand first, and when you feel ready, suck on it like you saw me doing."
We all watched as Katie slowly explored her brother's skinny cock, and worked up the confidence to put it in her mouth. Her mother gave advice, and soon she was sucking and bobbing her head happily. An adult cock would have been too big for her (again, why would a pedophile think that was a good idea?) but her brother's adolescent cock was just right for her small mouth to practice on. Scott was beside himself, just amazed and overcome, as his mom and sister traded it back and forth between their mouths a bit. Jennifer noticed signs he was about to come, and quickly got it back to her own mouth to swallow his ejaculation.
"Good job!" I said. "Jennifer, you're doing great."
"I... can't believe I just did that. My mouth tastes like my son's sperm."
"You're going to need to get used to that. But right now, it's time for you to attend to your other child. Katie, sweetheart, your mom is going to make you feel good, just like she did for your brother. Scoot off her lap, and spread your legs... yes, like that. Good girl. Jennifer, I notice that your carpet is nice and soft. It should be comfortable for you to get on your hands and knees on the floor, and put your face between your daughter's legs, and lick her little girl-cunt."
Jennifer looked at me, then at her daughter, and back to me. "But... I've never done that... with a woman..."
"She's not a woman, she's a girl, and we already know her clit is developed enough to have orgasms. I mean, come on, you just drank your son's sperm. This is easier. Don't you want to show that you love both your children equally? Get down there and put your tongue in your daughter's slit."
"Oh, Jesus. OK." Jennifer got into position. Katie giggled as she felt her mom's tongue, but the giggles got quiet as it turned to pleasure. Scott sat down next to them, watching in amazement.
"That's pretty hot, isn't it Scott," I said.
"Hell yeah. I mean, I've seen girl-girl stuff in porn, but..."
"But this is way hotter. Kinkier. Mother-daughter. Lesbian incest."
"Yeah!"
I smiled. "It's hot enough that it's turned me on. I'm going to fuck your mom while she eats your sister." I stood and removed my pants, then got down on the soft carpet between Jennifer's shapely hips. Knowing she would be wet and ready, I eased my erection into her pussy from behind. Sure enough, from the orgasm she just had on her kids' fingers, to the perversity of the acts she was doing with them, Jennifer's pussy was dripping wet, very hot, and started to squeeze me almost immediately.
I thrust into her for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her highly-aroused pussy. I also liked the look of delight on Katie's face as she received oral sex for the first time, from her own mother. Scott was watching them, stroking his erection which hadn't ever stopped. I felt myself starting to come, and let myself go deep inside Jennifer.
"Come on down here, kid," I said to Scott. "It's your turn. Time to fuck your beautiful mom."
"Oh, wow. Cool!" he said, eagerly taking my place. Jennifer made no protest, never lifting her mouth from Katie's slit. Scott fumbled for the entrance, poked himself in and started humping away. No skill, but in this case, none was necessary for either of them. I noticed that Katie seemed to be nearing orgasm, so I reached under Jennifer and tugged at her nipples. Three orgasms in quick succession, Katie's girlish squeal, Jennifer's rolling earthquake, and finally, Scott blowing his second load, into his mother's pussy.
"Great work, everyone," I said. "I suggest you cuddle for a while and discuss what you've done. But be sure to shower and clean up before your husband and father comes home. This room smells like sex." I chuckled. "And, let me tell you what you're going to do until the next time I see you."
"The next time?" said Scott with surprise.
"Yes. I want you all to practice everything you've done today. Katie, practice giving your brother head. Scott, Katie, you can go to your mother, any time that your father isn't around, and ask her for oral sex. Jennifer, you will comply. And let your son fuck you every day, or whenever he feels like it. Got it?"
Jennifer nodded. The kids nodded.
God, I love being a mind controller. Truly, I believe I'm improving people's lives.
On to the next chapter.