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- Lesbian Incest 1: Showering With My Younger Sister
- Lesbian Incest 2: Making Out With My Daughter
- Lesbian Incest 3: Mind Controlled My Daughter
- Lesbian Incest 4: Watched As Mom & Sis Made Out Right In Front Of Me
I was tired of it! I was tired of the whole fucking thing. My 18-year-old daughter, Stacy, had just come into her own sexually and she was acting like a fucking slut right in front of her father. I knew he wanted to fuck her, but was only holding back because he was married. If I hadn't been in the picture, he'd be in her panties faster than anything.
But I had a plan...
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I was tired of it! I was tired of the whole fucking thing. My 18-year-old daughter, Stacy, had just come into her own sexually and she was acting like a fucking slut right in front of her father. I knew he wanted to fuck her, but was only holding back because he was married. If I hadn't been in the picture, he'd be in her panties faster than anything.
But I had a plan...
It was a sick, wicked plan, but one that really lit a fire in my mom pussy.
See, Stacy was a wicked-hot slut. She was a tall, fiery red-head with large, budding breasts, long legs and a sexy, wiggly ass. I don't know why, but ever since coming into her sexuality, she was turning me on.
Maybe it was her rampant hormones or just the spirit of sexuality that permeated the air, but whatever it was, I was in a constant state of horniness. I mean, I was literally touching myself falling asleep and waking up in a puddle of my own making.
Perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone...
READ MOREBack in my younger days, I had done a bit of experimentation. Or, should I say, a lot of experimentation. But once I'd found my husband and we had kids, all that went out the window.
However, now that those kids were all grown up...
But I was pretty sure that Stacy wasn't going to want to "do things" with her mom. Her daddy, hell yes. She was wicked into him - which the thought of did make my knees weak - but sometimes a mama had to put her foot down. This was one of those times. I didn't want them banging behind my back like in those back-alley erotica stories. And I knew they were close. My husband may have had a will of steel, but I could see cracks starting to form.
Consulting a few friends, I finally stumbled upon the perfect solution: mind control.
Yeah, it seemed a bit extreme as she was just exploring her budding sexuality, but it was the only way I could think of - short of booting her out of the house - to solve the situation.
Permanently.
With the sneaky little pills in my hands, it was hard to sleep. All I could think about was making my sexy, 18-year-old daughter my permanent sex slave. A sex slave that I could do anything I wanted to at anytime and she'd never say no.
Never. Say. No.
Those three words were like music to my motherly ears. Forget about sex, if I could get my daughter to obey my every word, that would be worth the price of admission right there.
Now I just had to get her to take the crushed-up pills.
I knew just how to do that! Tonight was going to be the best meatloaf she'd ever had (she was a weird girl, loved meatloaf more than anything else.)
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