My Mother, My Fuck Toy (Incest Taboo Erotica/Mind Control Sex)
19-year old Fenella has been hypnotized into thinking her little brother Andy is a mysterious stranger, and she can’t stop fucking him. Will Andy manage to ensnare his step-mother as well, turning him into another of his perverse taboo sex toys, making them fuck and suck him - and each other - whenever and wherever he wants? More
19-year old Fenella has been hypnotized into thinking her little brother Andy is a mysterious stranger, and she can’t stop fucking him. Will Andy manage to ensnare his step-mother as well, turning him into another of his perverse taboo sex toys, making them fuck and suck him - and each other - whenever and wherever he wants?
EXPLICIT: This taboo tale contains anal sex, oral sex, mind control, lesbian incest, incest roleplay, sex toys, mother-daughter sex, mother-son sex, brother-sister sex, and a mother-daughter combination fulfilling their family’s every sick, perverted desire, and enjoying their new roles as nothing but young sex toys…
The day that I really discovered that Randy was practically super-human, however, was the day when I came home to find Mom going down on him…
While all of this “fuck toy” business had been going on, Mom had never stopped asking questions. The one time she’d met Randy, he’d really left an impression - Andy, as far as I know, had never given her any contact details for his friend (actually, now that I think about it, he never gave *me* any contact details either. We only ever got together when he turned up at our house) - and so I was her only source of information about the guy.
At first, I was reluctant to tell her the nature of our relationship, but she kept on hounding me, and eventually I gave in and just told her.
I expected the usual “Mom” stuff - you’re better than that, don’t you think it’s degrading, why don’t you hold yourself to a higher standard, etc etc etc. Instead, her reaction surprised me. Her eyes had widened, her mouth had dropped, and she just said four word that I never thought I’d hear my Mom say.
“That…is so hot.”
Well, I’ve got to tell you, it was a huge relief. Not only was she not being judgemental, but she even seemed to get into the idea - she asked for details, and once I got past the weirdness of talking about this kind of thing with my Mom, I told her. And once I started shopping to better fulfil my new role as a fuck toy, I showed her - she seemed enthralled by my collection of costumes, and even began to ask if she could borrow them.
For sex with Dad, I assumed?
One day, I’d returned from work (I’d started doing more shifts, so that I could pay for my ever-expanding collection of sex-related paraphernalia) and entered the lounge-room to find Randy sitting on an armchair, his ever-present machine next to him, and Mom enthusiastically fellating him, dressed as a French Maid.