Seducing My Lesbian Daughters (Sister Erotica/Family Sex/Mind Control Taboo)
43-year old Joanna’s plan has succeeded - the hypnosis tapes she’s used on her adopted daughters have caused all kinds of desires…the two eighteen-year olds have practiced kissing on each other, and gone so much further than that. But she’s not satisfied - she wants so much more. She wants to join in, and she has the tools to make it happen… More
43-year old Joanna’s plan has succeeded - the hypnosis tapes she’s used on her adopted daughters have caused all kinds of desires…the two eighteen-year olds have practiced kissing on each other, and gone so much further than that. But she’s not satisfied - she wants so much more. She wants to join in, and she has the tools to make it happen…
EXPLICIT: This 5500-word story contains mind control, mother/daughter/daughter sex scenes, exhibitionism, costume play, candid photography, and a randy mother hypnotizing her two daughters to obey her every sexual whim, no matter how perverse…
I'd set the stage carefully. I'd told the girls that their father and I were going out, and that they'd have the entire house to themselves. I'd told Joshua that I'd drop him off for poker night with the boys. I'd even picked out outfits for the girls - a black halter top and matching short skirt for Bri, and a strapless black dress for Bec. Everything was ready.
After dropping Josh off, I'd gone almost double the speed-limit the whole way home. Fortunately I wasn't pulled over, but I'm sure I would have been able to fuck my way out of it - I can't even count how many speeding tickets or parking fines I've gotten out of, in exchange for a blow-job or a quickie. When I got home, I snuck around the back, and was delighted to see that everything was going just as I'd hoped. Bec and Bri were on the couch, kissing passionately, their hands between each other's legs.
It was so romantic; the two obviously cared for each other, as they tenderly brushed each other's hair back, even while they spread their legs lewdly and groped at each other's breasts. Their kisses were slow and heartfelt, with closed eyes, and the pair occasionally stopped making out to giggle over an in-joke.
I stood and watched for as long as I was able, the anticipation building inside me, before I finally couldn't take it any more, and entered the room.
"Mum!" the girls exclaimed, as they jumped back. They were genuinely shocked; if they'd been expecting to be caught, they would have continued the kiss for a few minutes before "noticing" me.
"What are you girls doing?"
"Nothing," they said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Nothing? That doesn't look like nothing to me."
There was a pause, as the girls stared at me, agog.
"I decided to let your father go out alone," I explained pre-emptively, hungrily watching the girls try to brush down their dresses and appear as if they hadn't spent the last half-hour making out. "I thought we could spend some quality time together."
I crossed the room and stood in front of them, my hands on my hips. I wasn't angry, but wondered if I appeared to be; towering over them, dressed in a long slinky black dress of my own.
"Well?" I continued. "Do you want to explain yourself?"
The giggles broke at last, as they both looked at each other and my dress, around the room and anywhere except my face.
"We were...practicing." Brianna explained, which set off a fresh set of laughter from both of them. I had been a teenaged girl once too; I knew it wasn't humour that was causing their reaction, but sheer nervousness. This was a big night for all of us, and giggling was how they expressed their excitement for what was to come.
I stared at them for a few seconds, glad that they weren't looking directly at me - if they had been, they would have noticed the smile on the verge of breaking out. At last, I broke the silence.
"Here," I said kindly. I'll show you how to kiss,"