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"C'mon, tell the truth." Cherie said, not believing Takako. "Someone is blackmailing you into acting like this right? You are not usually like this, and I doubt you just decided today to ruin your reputation for fun." Cherie had no idea just how deep this went. Even as she spoke, her one inbox was getting a letter. I'm fact, so did Takako's.

Even so, they soon arrived at her apartment, the young lady living nearby, thanks to that fat accounting check. She smiled as she parked, knowing that st least she could have a friend over tonight, and not be so lonely. "Tomorrow is Friday, so maybe we should hang out like this again? I know your freaking out, but let's try and relax! Maybe it will all stop?"

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Takako sighed and shook her head. "But I am telling you the truth. I know how it sounds, but if someone would blackmail me, I would go to the police or inform someone that they would go to them for me. I would totally not ruin my life at work like this." the young Asian tried to convince her friend from work, the mobile set to silent and not receiving mails so she was rather unaware of what was coming in.

When they arrived, all Takako could do was following Cherie as she had no idea where she lived and her eyes almost popped out at the difference in living space. "Yes... Friday. It sounds good... that idea of you. That should really help me calm down and relax... and maybe I am just overworked... hopefully." Takako looked a little bit around and settled down on the couch, stretching her legs a bit but making sure to have her skirt stay in place. "Do you have something for a snack maybe? And some water or juice to drink?"

[User] "Sure! Let me get something cooked up." Cherie took out her phone and headed into the kitchen, deciding to check her mail before she got to work. Takako was now alone, but not entirely. Her phone buzzed, it wanting her attention. She had some new email, and it was from work? Uh oh! What if they had found out about today?!

[Assistant] "Thank you Cherie, you are such a help." Takako said as her work-friend left the room. A little confused and not thinking it through or even straight after all the stress, the young Asian pulls out her mobile and unlocks it to check what is the matter. Any other day she would have remembered that she had deactivated things but now it only clicked that something work-related was on her mail-account, something happened only with important things that barely had time to wait and happened like once every few months. Not thinking about it she opened the mail on her mobile, starring at the screen, wanting to read.

[User] Big mistake. It was not long before the spiral infiltrated every screen in the room, Cherie's television and computer even showing it. The spiral was different, but that only made it stronger, it impossible to look away from. Cherie in the kitchen soon went still, as she found herself staring at her own phone, the spiral working on her as well!

[Assistant] Takako realized her mistake right at the moment her mobile began to switch to the spiral and tore herself away. "Cherie! Do noooo... oooh... mmmh..." the young woman began to yell but not even three full words managed to escape her throat as she began to go silent and calm down. Several attacks on her will and eroding commands during the nights finally had enough effect on her so she stared right into the TV which her eyes barely had met while she was jumping from her place, now staring right into it while standing in the living room. Somewhere in the back of her mind some voice was screaming, but it was not reaching past the spiral and the words hidden within it. All she managed to add to her attempt in warning Cherie was a slurred "oooohhbaaeeeiii..."

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It was quiet, until Cherie walked into the living room and knelt in front the TV. She was trying to resist, but unlike Takako, she was far weaker to hypnosis. "No... can't... look away... too beautiful..." she groaned, her eyes heavy as she felt a wave of submission run through her. Good girls should watch and obey, and not resist...

Takako would feel compelled to also kneel before the tv, and enjoy a closer view at the spiral television. The words flashed into her mind, repeating at random, but always returning to further her decent Into submission. "Obey... come and obey..." moaned out Cherie, who was struggling to stay focused and fight. "No... don't listen to me..."

[Assistant] Takako was still fighting the spiral as Cherie came back into the room and helped her unwillingly with breaking free from the spell with obscuring the line of sight. "Cherie... n... noo... do not... no looking... it's dangerous!" she tried to warn her co-worker and friend to pull her free from the spiral while closing her own eyes and look away while she moved over to the other female. She really tried her best to not look, even without Cherie warning her not to listen or even look. Unlucky her though, while she reached out to pull Cherie away, her eyes made contact with the TV again, looking right into the middle of it. All she could do was whimper helplessly as the Asian knelt down next to Cherie. "Fff... fight... not... obey... obey... can not... ob... fight... must obey."

[User] Cherie squirmed as the spiral melted her resistance, each word on the screen making her moan with lust. She tried to resist with all her might, but it was hopeless... but, Cherie was still not totally hypnotized. As a first timer, she had some willpower left! Using her sheer will, she forced herself up, and yanked the power cord out of the TV! After that, she headed to the garage, and turned the power off to her room with the breaker switch! The small condo was now completely dark, and with it, the spirals. She knew her phone still had one, so she headed upstairs and went to see of Takako was OK. "This is not acceptable. Takako, force Cherie to obey." Came the voice of the ever mysterious Mistress. "Don't listen to her!" Said Cherie, as she managed to keep from collapsing. She was super dizzy, her mind swamped from the hypnosis.

[Assistant] Takako as the TV was suddenly shutting off. Something inside her was sad while the other part of her rejoiced as her mind was free again, but she did not move from her position despite being aware of Cherie moving around. Slowly she turned her head and finally pulled her mobile free, triggered by a need which would have made her panties quite wet, if she would have worn any. As the voice was suddenly heard she looked up to Cherie, smiling almost genuinely and tried to hug her. "I will not, Cherie!" she exclaimed, leaving a few words out to surprise her friend before pulling up the reactivated mobile to show her the screen with a certain spiral, wanting to watch it with Cherie. "Look... beauty..."

[User] The phone was not in their faces, and with that, Cherie was defeated. "You two have been naughty. You Takako, bringing a friend into this! I will just have to enslave her too. Takako, you will strip naked, and turn the power back on. You will then enjoy the television show I have for you both." Cherie moaned as she was not staring at her own phone, hypnotized. She was soon given orders to strip as well, the two naked, ready for proper hypnosis training.

[Assistant] Takako winced, she did not want to strip but the voice had told her. It was a punishment for sure, for not following orders all the time while the spiral told her to obey. Despite her reluctance, the young woman stripped as ordered and then turned away to walk into the direction she knew Cherie had walked to before shutting everything down. Not knowing the layout or what to look for, the Asian needed some time until she could find where to switch the power back on. She was on her way back to wake up as she returned, quite confused. Sadly for her, it only took a glance at the now on again TV to be spellbound once more and to walk over, a show had been promised after all. "Cherie... g... gooo..." she mumbled, voicing the little warning voice in the back of her head.

[User] Cherie was hopeless, completely entranced into the spiral as she mindlessly stared at the screen. The TV was soon back on, and the big spiral assaulted them once more. "Good girls shall spend tonight in front of the TV. Good girls shall have sex with each other when the television turns off. Good girls will obey." Cherie nodded mindlessly as she started at the screen, her mind being required by the spiral to become an obedient puppet.

[Assistant] The young Asian was almost as helpless and far gone as Cherie as she was kneeling down next to the other female, staring at the TV which was showing the beautiful spiral with the words flashing in her eyes, silencing that bad little voice that told her to fight. "Night... TV..." she mumbled and turned her head slowly towards the naked Cherie. Quickly her head snapped back again though before wrapping her arms around the other, leaning into the somewhat taller Cherie, hugging her close as she was interpreting the commands inside her head a little freely. Some warming up while watching surely was not wrong after all.

[User] Cherie snuggled her back, purring gently as she held her close. Yes... they were slaves, together. She smiled dumbly, her mind drunk on hypnotic suggestions, that threatened to take over her feeble mind. "Ah..." She moaned softly, as the spiral reinforced its message of surrender and submission into their minds, each moment of its intoxicating spin, it's attractive colors... soon, Cherie was completely at peace, relaxed and obedient. "Good girls! I am very happy with your progress! I had not planned to take two slaves into my harem... but since Takako insisted on it..." the mistress smiled, though they would only hear her. "Enjoy each other!" The spiral slowly faded away after that, and as soon as Cherie came back to normal, she was kissing Takako's lips softly, trying to resist now that she was not actively hypnotized. "Ugh... Takako... I m so sorry." She said, the woman near tears. "I should have believed you..."

[Assistant] Takako moaned together with Cherie, who was indirectly leading her down the path as she was far more easy to hypnotize, so much more easy to accept the spiral and commands while the evil voice in the back of the head of the long haired Asian constantly tried to free her, regardless how lost the battle was for now. The worst and best part altogether was, that being called a 'good girl' and Cherie's warm, soft skin against her own felt really good between her moistening legs. When the spiral faded away, she turned her head towards the other, meeting her lips while her hand reached up, caressing the others hair. Takako never had planned to get another person into this mess, she only had looked and hoped for help to actually stop this mess, and now she kissed that very person, opening her lips to lure the others tongue into a sexy dance. "Nnnoooh... alll... mmmyy... fault."

[User] Cherie could not help but begin making out with Takako, kissing her lips deeply as she did so, snuggling her. "No... it's OK..." she purred, the woman way too drunk on hypnosis to care. "Just fuck me... fuck me Takako..." Cherie grabbed hold of the Asian woman's ass, getting a feel for those soft cheeks. She was going to lick her pussy for sure, she already decided it, but right now, she was in the mood to kiss er and snuggle her. The woman accepted her tongue with her own, soon closing her eyes as they began to passionately make out.

[Assistant] Takako whimpered in response. She felt it was all her fault this was happening but then Cherie was taking that worry away, making the young Asian woman fall all the more into the hypnosis, giving up more of herself. Feeling stronger than her own hands grab her just a little bit out of shape ass, she really could have used an hour or such training here and there, the long haired woman leaned more forward and into the kiss. Little whimpers kept coming from her while one of her hands wandered up and upon reaching Cherie's head, curling the fingers into the others hair, pulling lightly while breaking the kiss and leaning down, wanting to kiss and lick the exposed throat before going back for the kiss, really leaning into Cherie.

[User] Cherie felt better then she had ever felt before. She kissed her softly, the woman totally dizzy and horny, like a sleepy little slut! "Takako... ah..." Cherie kissed her cheek, then started to skip downwards, smiling as she kissed her breasts. She smiled as she kissed her nipples, licking them and sucking softly on their little tips, her lips soft on her skin as she gently played with her. "So good... I love it..." she groaned, the woman's list doubling. "I'm a good girl... I'm good..."

[Assistant] Takako shivered, lifting her head a bit into the kiss on her cheek, listening to Cherie's voice, laced with lust, increasing her own eagerness. While the other began to work herself down, her own chin raised even more, allowing Cherie the access to her throat she had demanded from Cherie. All the while, she did not let go of Cherie's hair, holding her, the fingers moving lightly, caressing the others scalp but attempting to have some semblance of control of the situation despite her actual grip was so weak that Cherie could force herself free if she wanted. When Cherie began to go down on the long haired Asians breasts her already hard nipples seemed to grow even more, welcoming the attention, eliciting a deep moan from Takako who dug her fingers into Cherie's more shapely behind as she moaned "Sssoo goood... goooood.. giirrrrrl..."

[User] Cherie kissed wherever she was dragged to, her own body too weak to resist, even for a moment. She crawled up and kissed her neck, soon using her hands to play with the breasts she left behind. Kissing and licking all over her soft skin was well and good, but Cherie soon gave into her ever building lust, and began to slide down towards her pussy. She had one goal in mind, and that goal was eating her until they both passed out. "Good girl..." she mumbled as she moved down, and kissed her soft folds.

[Assistant] Takako closed her eyes and leaned her head back, feeling Cherie's warm lips claiming her soft skin, working up at first but all to quickly changing the direction and working her way down. Guided by instinct, she leaned back, her breasts still pushing into the hands of her loving co-worker while her own hands dug now both into Cherie's hair, following the movements down to the place where her legs spread. A soft moan left her mouth as soon as Cherie kissed her already quite wet folds. "Oh... this feels... mmmh... gooood girrrrrl..." the long haired Asian mumbled. Her fingers caressed the other's scalp, pulling Cherie's face into her lap as well, making sure the lips staid in that region.

[User] Cherie was not going anywhere, the young woman licking her softly as she began to eat out her coworker's soft pussy. She weakly moaned as she began to service her Slave sister, the two of them now both enslaved by the mysterious Mistress. Cherie smiled happily as she licked her pussy gently, soon finding herself feeling even more submissive. She was lower then Takako, she felt like she should serve her, as they serve the Mistress. She did not know why, but this realization felt completely normal, so she was happy to serve. "Ah... Takako... I'm a good girl... soooo... gooooood..." she moaned, looking up at her as she licked, wanting praise.

[Assistant] Takako moaned with every lick of that loving tongue that pleasured her, keeping her hands entangled within Cherie's hair, caressing it while making sure to gently keep her in place. The young Asian did not really care about who was serving who, as long as Cherie kept up her licking and making her happy for the moment. Her hips bucked a lot as she gave in more and more into the attention until finally she pushed up against the busy Cherie while pulling her face in even more. "Soooo gooooood girrrrrl!" she moaned as she climaxed, smearing her co-workers face with her female juices, riding the orgasm for some time before releasing the grip on Cherie's hair.

[User] The young lady soon got a faceful of pussy juices, licking them up and enjoying them as they splashed her face. Cherie was straight, so all this was new to her, and the hypnosis made it very enjoyable as well. "Mmm... good girl... Takako..." she said, as she climbed back up and made out with her again, this time more gently, weakness overtaking her as she became more and more sleepy.

[Assistant] The young Asian was panting, feeling how Cherie was moving back up at her. It felt quite natural in her hypnotic state to wrap her arms around her co-worker, hugging her close and kissing the other female. All the while she muttered praises how good a girl Cherie had been as her own strength was leaving her as well. The last days had been taxing and she had been looking forward for some long rest in the safety of Cherie's place, until after the weekend, only to have brought her into the clutch of a stranger as well.

[User] Cherie snuggled her for some time, then eventually fell into a deep sleep. She was just so exhausted, she could not stay up any longer then she had managed. As she fell asleep, Takako's phone would go on. "You have done well to obey. I am very pleased that you are finally taking your training seriously. Take Cherie to bed, but tomorrow you will take her back to your home, and resume training from there. Have a good sleep, Slave!" The phone turned off after, leaving it at that.

[Assistant] Takako was torn deep inside but nothing of it was able to show on the surface. Of course, she was similarly exhausted and she quickly fell asleep along with Cherie while hearing the instructions. In the morning, Takako was a bit groggy and was going through her normal motions as much as possible, including a much needed shower to clean herself from he dried fluids and the accumulating smell. Once she had dressed herself back into her clothes from the day before, she took Cherie's hands, looking into her face. "We... we need to go. My place... my clothes... and... and training. It's important... good girls train..." the troubled Asian put together, a tiny bit of her willpower back after all the sleep but the programming was still far to strong and it lured her back home for more.

[User] Takako nodded, Cherie agreeing. "Yes... training... for Mistress." She moved up and held into her, weak but able to follow her if it meant more blissful mind controlling time. She got in her car, sending an email to work that she was unable to come in today, putting her training first. She would wait for Takako to join her, then drive them back towards the house. If only they knew how pleased the Mistress was with them, but she had to accelerate their training now. Time to get serious!

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Takako smiled and hugged her coworker, whispering a "Good girl" into her ear before walking together with Cherie to her car and settling in. There was a constant nagging voice in the back of her head, telling her to stop all this, but it was so silent and weak with no chance to win anything at the moment. Having Cherie behaving and the memory of the warm fuzzy feelings from them having so much fun together simply was making the case for the Mistress whose voice was all she knew and even that one constantly slipped her consciousness.

The young Asian marveled how Cherie was almost always working at weekends as well, being a person to look up at... and making the memory of her being her eager licking slut all the more fun. The ride would not take long and Takako lead the other up into her small flat, not bothering to really show her around but at least get another chair from the kitchen so both of them could sit in front of the computer she turned on to receive further instructions. While sitting she reached out and took the others hand.

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As soon as the screen turned on, a new spiral was to assault the two beauties. Cherie moaned deeply as the glowing spiral hit her eyes, her mind washed clean of thought once again, soon realizing their new orders. An address was hidden in the subliminal messages, the young woman holding Takako's hand, ready to serve and ready to obey.

"Yes... ah... go to... 36... Hampton..." Cherie felt her pussy get wet, the desire to find and suck, ride, and pleasure cocks, specifically cocks on female bodies. She had to do it, she had to! There was no resisting, only obedience.

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The young woman of Asian decent kept holding Cherie's hand, her thumb moving in circles, not unlike the spiral, while she watched as well. Her mind was wiped from every other conscious thought as well, keeping her open for the messages which poured into her, picking not only up on the address but the other things as well. A soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips when the spiral finally ended, as if she was disappointed as her own thoughts came back. They were rather similar to those Cherie were having but it was so straining to think on your own, it was so much better to just have the spiral... or the mysterious voice.

Slowly Takako rose up to her feet, pulling her co-worker and sister in hypnotic slavery up on her feet as well. "Yes... going... loving..." she mumbled, her pussy pulsing with every beat of her heart, drops running down her legs and without thinking, she began walking to her door, wanting to follow the command word by word... actually going all the way, forgetting the car they had arrived in or even public transports she used to get to work.


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Quinn had been feeling... off all day, like something was... different in some way, not quite right, not quite normal, but he'd never been able to put his finger on it. During the course of the day his body had occasionally felt a little weird, odd sensations in his head, his back, even just above his butt, though they had passed quite quickly. He'd also caught himself staring a little more than he normally would at the various girls at school, especially the ones showing a little more skin, though he'd managed to stop himself before it got to the point of getting caught, or at least if anyone had caught him they hadn't said anything. Even at lunch the food just hadn't seemed to satisfy him, as if he had hungered for something else. The only thing he could think that might have changed recently was that he'd gotten another year older, it had been his birthday recently, or at least the closest approximation to his birthday that anybody could figure out. It might have seemed strange to now know when your own birthday was, but Quinn had been adopted as a baby and his adoptive parents had never been quite sure of his date of birth, so they'd made a best guess for when to celebrate his birthday, unbeknownst to anyone they just happened to have been a week or so early.

Now though the day was nearly done and Quinn was sitting in the library with his best friend, the pair of them the only ones left there by this time of the day. They had been given a big assignment at school so the two were sitting there studying, books piled on the table all around the pair of them, papers and notes all over the place. "Ugh... I can hardly concentrate..." Quinn rubbed at his eyes, the unusual feelings returning and this time they weren't going away like the had before. "I just feel... weird" He sighed, fidgeting a little, his body starting to grow a little more uncomfortable as the unusual feelings intensified. "Maybe I should call it a night or something..." He fidgeted more, reaching up to start rubbing at his head, then trying to reach around and rub at his shoulder blades, squirming around before suddenly hunching over, letting out a squeak of pain. "A-ah!"

He closed his eyes tightly as the pain intensified, reaching up and grasping at his head as it almost felt like it was splitting apart. Suddenly he felt something beneath his fingers, like something was coming out of his head. He gasped, then cried out again as the pain in his back intensified, the back of his shirt suddenly starting to bulge as if something were emerging from him. Quinn did his best, trying, willing to hold back whatever it was, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't fight the overwhelming urges of his body. A moment later the back of his shirt ripped apart, wings emerging from the shredded fabric. On his head horns sprouted and pushed out past his fingers, before finally a long, smooth black tail emerged from the waistline of his pants.

Quinn dropped onto the table, panting as the pain passed, adjusting to his new body, whilst pheromones began to pour out from him, and the hunger from before began to intensify, but it wasn't a hunger for food.

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Henley looked at Quinn worried. It wasn't like him not to be able to concentrate on something. He was a very good student, most of the time competing with her to be top of the class. She fussed with her blonde curls and sighed closing her textbook. "Maybe we should call it a night Qbert." Henley always had a soft spot fur Quinn. People often teased her about when were they going to get married and have kids making her turn nine shades of red because Quinn had never shown interest in her like that. Plus he never picked up on her flirting anyways. So there was no point in being interested.

She looked up startled when he screamed and she pushed back from the table in shock as the strange transformation began to take place. "Quinn?! Quinn!!" Henley raced to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder looking around to find anybody. "Help!! Somebody help us!!" When the horns burst from his skull, her gray eyes widened and she stepped away from him. "Quinn?" Her heart began to race as she took in his form, her body trembling in fear. Whatever this thing was, she wasn't sure it was Quinn.

"Quinn?" Her voice wavered as some curls fell in her face and her white shirt fell off her shoulder revealing pale skin. She bite her lip as she stepped closer, her body reacting to the unknown pheromones and her core beginning to moisten and throb with need. At the moment she was too stuck in fear to notice her nipples hardening with desire as she took in all the changes. From his wings, to his horns, to the tail, Henley stared at it all. "Wh-what are you?"

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Quinn panted for breath as he recovered, his hands on the table as he stared down at it, his wings and tail both twitching instinctively as he was mostly unaware that he actually had them. Still, the pain was gone and that was something, and the unusual feelings... they weren't gone but they were different, and somehow they felt more natural now. He could hear Henley's voice, but it sounded so far off, almost like an echo, though it became clearer every time she spoke, until finally his mind seemed to catch up with his body. Taking one more slow, deep breath Quinn slowly stood upright, his wings stretching out to the sides as he looked up at her. "Henley...? I... I'm OK I just... I felt a little weird there for a second" He smiled lightly, though noticed her shoulder had been exposed, and he couldn't help but stare at her exposed skin, licking his lips without even realizing it.

As he went to take a step closer to reassure her he felt something strange, then finally one of his wings curved around into his view. "Gah!" He jumped, clearly shocked and surprised, no wiser than Henley was about just what had happened to him. When he followed the wing back to his, well, back, he squeaked and jumped again, quickly looking around and spotting the other wing, then his tail flicked around. When he grasped that though he gasped sharply, though this gasp was most clearly one of pleasure, his body releasing another burst of pheromone as his hands stroked at the sensitive tail, until he forced himself to let go of it. "H-Henley? I... what's going on? What's happening to me...?" His stomach grumbled slightly in hunger, but it was more than his stomach, his very being ached, hungered, but it wasn't for food. He wasn't sure what it was for but... he got the distinct feeling that Henley could provide it to him.

"I um... Henley it's still me. I just... we'll figure this out I'm sure" Quinn laughed nervously, taking another step towards her, his pheromone only growing stronger as he did. As he looked at her Quinn couldn't help noticing that his friends nipples had hardened and were quite visible through her shirt, bringing a flush to his cheeks. "Uh... is it um... a little cold in here or something?" He laughed nervously again, nodding down at her chest.

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Henley swallowed thickly her thighs clenching together involuntarily. She was a virgin and didn't exactly know what her body was doing to itself. At his comment she looked down and squeaked turning her back towards him, hiding herself. "Oh my god Quinn don't look!" She was bright red at the fact that her best friend (and possibly longest crush) had been staring at her chest. She covered herself in embarrassment and hide her face in her hands. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to rip Quinn's clothes off his body and let him be her first but she knew that wasn't about to happen. "What do you think caused this?" She asked her back turned still. "You kind of look like a bat." She giggled turning to look at him over her shoulder.

Her heart skipped a beat when she looked in his eyes and she turned back around trying to get herself to calm down but her body was feeling so sensitive and even her bra brushing her nipples was making her wet and needy. She was trying her best to ignore the feelings of want but some of them over powered her. "Quinn," she lilted softly. "C-can I tell you something?" Her thighs clenched again and she had to fight back a moan of pleasure and a whimper of neediness. "I-I... I feel..." She didn't know what she felt, she had never felt this before. "I can't describe it..." Her hands rubbed up and down her arms trying to calm herself down.

She wanted her shirt off and desperately. But she wasn't going to do anything stupid around her best friend. "Quinn..." His name came out in a breathy moan.

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Quinn couldn't help but laugh softly at Henley's reaction, when she suddenly turned around to put her back to him, though it ended up giving him a nice view of the exposed skin on her back too where her shirt had fallen down her shoulder a little, and now he could stare all he wanted without her seeing, or at least not until she looked back over her shoulder at him anyway, where she'd be able to see him looking her up and down, looking at her in a way he hadn't before, in a way of desperation and need, of raw carnal want. "Like a bat? I... yeah I guess I kinda do... or like some devil out of a movie or something right?" He smiled to her, a sweet smile, but there was something else behind it too.

"Sure, you can tell me anything Henley, you know that" He watched her carefully, wondering what was wrong with her. It wasn't like Henley to be like this, of the two of them she was normally the more confident and outgoing one. Seeing her like this, so flustered, it was really unusual. But still, as she kept her back to him, rubbed at her arms, he slowly moved in a little closer, reaching out to gently place his hands on her shoulders, one on her bare skin and the other on her clothes. "What is it Henley...?" He leaned in as she almost moaned his name, now so close that his breath was directly against her ear. Quinn wasn't quite sure what he was doing, it was like he was being driven by an instinct he'd never felt before.

Between his legs his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, his arousal increasing by the second. More than that he could feel it... he was... bigger than before down there... and the instinct to put it to use was growing continually. "Henley I feel... a little weird too..." His mouth was now almost right against her ear, the heat from his body radiating almost as much as the pheromone, and Henley would be able to feel the large, hard bulge in Quinn's pants bump up against her butt. The first time it pulled back quickly, but a few moments later Quinn seemed to shift forwards and let the bulge rest against her, the boy only partially aware he was doing it on a conscious level.

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"Yeah the devil." Henley giggled lighthearted but froze when she felt his hands on her back. They skin to skin contact seemed to have amped up her arousal even more. Her breasts were so uncomfortable in her bra, each rub sent waves of pleasure to her core. She had never known someone could feel like this as this was all foreign to her. " Quinn... " Henley whispered his name again, her eyes darkening to a stormy gray with lust. She leaned back into his touch and craved his lips on her skin. She wanted him and wanted him bad.

The close proximity had Henley going mad. She turned in his arms and looked up at him, completely oblivious to the changes because Her arousal was so high. "Quinn... why don't you ever pay attention to me like the other girls?" She rocked her hips against his budge and traced her hands up his shoulders locking them behind his neck. She bit her lip and leaned up on her tip toes to be eye to eye with him. "I stopped seeing you as a best friend a few months ago, Quinn." She whispered. "I really like you." She didn't know what was coming over her but her eyes were on his lips as she rocked her hips into his once more.

She shivered in his arms and rubbed her fingers up to his horns touching them lightly. She should have been afraid, terrified even because no human just grows horns and a tail suddenly but she wasn't because all she saw was Quinn. Her eyes found his again and she but her lip, the other side of her shirt falling off her shoulder, the swell of her breasts now visible. She arched against him and stared up at her best friend, the boy Henley has grown to love far more than a friend. She wanted him desperately. She didn't know about the pheromones he was leaking. All she knew was that this was the moment she had been dreaming about since freshman year. Henley was going to wait for his next move. Hell she had waited this long.

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When Henley turned in his arms Quinn didn't move away, he just continued to press his crotch against her, the bulge now incredibly uncomfortable, his underwear and pants straining against the steel hard rod within that was now bigger than before. He looked at her face, her words somewhat lost once again, sounding almost distant to him as new instincts and feelings overwhelmed him. It was taking all of his willpower to hold himself back, but more and more he was thinking... why? Why was he holding himself back? Why not just let go? When the other side of her shirt fell a little, Quinn's eyes glanced down at her cleavage, watching it rise and fall with every breath she took. That was it, that was the last bit of stimulation he needed to push over the edge, his resistance finally snapping.

Without any further hesitation, and without a word, Quinn suddenly leaned forwards, his lips pressing firmly against Henley's, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he kissed her hard, passionately. His hands moved from her shoulders, instead going down and grasping her butt, squeezing the cheeks and pulling her body firmly against his, his bulge grinding against her crotch and stomach, his chest pressing against her overly sensitive breasts and hardened nipples. But kissing her didn't just feel good, it also felt satisfying, satisfying in a way he wouldn't have expected. Kissing her somehow satisfied, if only slightly, the aching hunger inside of him. He wasn't yet aware that he had fed upon some of the building sexual energy emanating from Henley's body, but he was aware that he wanted more of it, much much more.

After a few moments Quinn broke the kiss, licking at his lips as he savored the taste. "Henley... I... I want more... I need more..." He panted slightly, his hands starting to slide up her butt, grasping the hem of her shirt and started to tug it upwards. More pheromone flowed from Quinn's body, practically bathing Henley in it, the aphrodisiac effect in it now stronger than ever before due to Quinn's state of ever more heightened arousal.

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Henley squeaked as he pulled her against him but she melted into the kiss instantly. Her hands slid their way from his shoulders to the back of his hair locking him in place. She whimpered softly as he pulled away wanting him to come back to her. She swallowed slightly and moved down kissing his neck sucking lightly at the skin almost marking him in her own way. She bit her lip as his hands moved to the hem of her shirt and nodded, pupils blown with need and lust. She helped him pull it over her head, revealing a black lace bra covering relatively average sized breasts. Pulling the shirt over them caused Henley to moan quietly, her core dripping now with how wet she was. "Quinn... I need you please."

Her fingers found their way to the bulge in his jeans and traced over it lightly. Henley didn't know what cam over her because she was never this forward when it came to sex and making out although Quinn was her first kiss. With one hands she unsnapped her bra and released her breasts to the cool air, her nipples hard and oh so sensitive. "Quinn... please..." She whimpered with so much need her voice cracked. Henley had no idea that he was actually doing this to her, the aphrodisiacs his body was releasing, but in the back of her mind she didn't care. For so long she had dreams of Quinn being her first and now they were coming true.

Henley pressed herself up against him, rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. Her hands moved to his back and the base of his newly formed wings. Grey eyes moved to his as she did this leaning in to kiss him one more time. "I want you..." She breathed against his lips defenseless against his pheromones. At this point she didn't even care if someone came in and saw them in this state. Let them be jealous, she thought.


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Victor had always been something of a shy boy, never had many friends and the ones he did have never really lasted for too long. Still, he'd always been relatively happy at least and had a happy home life. But then one day things had finally seemed to take a change for the better, Victor had come home one day incredibly excited, explaining to his mother that he actually had a date! A real date, with a girl he'd had a crush on for 2 years now! Somehow it seemed to have gotten out that he liked her and she'd come to him and asked him if he'd take her on a date! He couldn't have been happier, he'd lost track of how many times he had said yes to her. With his mothers help he'd gone out shopping, bought all new clothes to look smart, gotten his hair cut and done to look as handsome as possible, even bought a wonderful bouquet of flowers for her and made a reservation at a nice restaurant for them. Everything was set to be absolutely perfect, and Victor had left the house feeling like he was walking on air.

So when he returned home barely an hour later it certainly wasn't a good sign. Victor was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably as he entered the house, barely managing to make it to the couch before dropping down, face in his hands as tears streamed down his cheeks. Through the sobs he managed to explain to his mother that the whole thing had been a practical joke, the girls friends had dared her to ask him on a date and when he had arrived all of them had been there to torment and humiliate him. To say that Victor was heartbroken was an understatement, no matter what he couldn't stop crying, between sobs declaring that he would never find a girlfriend, clearly women seemed to hate him, why would they possibly be interested in him after all?

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Dawn had been happily married for several years. She had everything she could ask for. A loving husband, a beautiful home, and her handsome son. A son she was very proud of. He was amazingly bright. Not to mention when he dressed up he was quite the looker. At least in her mind. She was his mother after all. When Victor had come and told her he had a date she was overjoyed. So much so she took him out shopping, made the reservations, and even pushed him to buy his date some flowers. Everything was set. The night was going to be perfect. Until... it wasn't. Victor had come home after not even an hour. He was a mess. Which made Dawn incredibly pissed off. So much so she called all of the girls bitches and stormed off.

Opening her closet up Dawn started looking for an outfit. After a few minutes of rummaging around through her old clothes she finally found what she was looking for. Her old school girl uniform from her college days. Quickly she put of the white button down and black skirt. She pulled on a pair of bleach white thigh high socks. Then she quickly changed her panties to a skimpy black laced thong. Another few minutes and she was dolled up and ready to make his night.

She made her way downstairs and stood in front of her son. "Since your father isn't going to be home for another week I figured I could be your girlfriend." She smiled and twirled for him. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and hurry. We might still be able to catch that movie you wanted to see." She smiled and held out her hand. "What do you say?" She then grinned. Placing one finger on her bottom lip she shifted slightly as if she were nervous. Putting on an act for him. "I saw you around school. I really think you're cute. Would you like to go out with me?"

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Victor hadn't even noticed his mother going upstairs, if he had he wouldn't have blamed her really. He was inconsolable after all, there wouldn't be much point of trying to talk more to him. All he could do was sob, trying to think of anything and everything else, but that just wasn't something he could do. When his mother came back downstairs though he did finally seem to notice, and when she stood in front of him he finally looked up and was about to talk, but when he saw what she was wearing his voice caught in his throat, just staring through slightly blurred vision due to the tears in his eyes. His mother was wearing... a school uniform?! And it seemed it was one slightly too small for her given how tight it seemed to be clinging in... certain places.

"M-mom...?!" Victor managed to squeak out slightly. But then when she spoke he spluttered, momentarily forgetting his troubles at least. "Y-you could... b-be my girlfriend?" He looked confused for a few moments, but then she mentioned going to catch the movie. It had been a romantic movie, supposedly something wonderful for couples to watch together. Well, it seemed awful to turn down his mothers offer, she was trying to cheer him up after all, and if he insisted on refusing then he ran the risk of him being upset making her upset as well, which would only end up making both of them feel worse.

But when Dawn put a finger on her lip, starting to act like a schoolgirl Victor couldn't help but blush. "M-mom...? I uh... I um... w-well... a-alright. Let's... let's go see the movie together" Maybe it would be fun. If nothing else, it was better than sitting around here feeling sorry for himself.

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Dawn couldn't help but giggle. "You are so cute when you get flustered." She said as she turned and made her way over to get her purse. She then bent down and slipped on a pair of black flats. She lingered slightly longer than anticipated giving Victor quite the view. Her plump ass on display. The only thing keeping him from seeing anything more was the thin black fabric. She then turned to Victor. "Honey we're suppose to be playing a couple. Call me Dawn 'kay?" She said continuing her little act. She then grabbed his hand and walked out to the car. She got in and started the car up. Once Victor was in the car she pulled out of the driveway.

While they were on the road she placed her hand on his thigh. "Try not to think about those little sluts." She smiled. "Until your father gets home I'm yours." She gave his thigh a squeeze. "Oh if anyone asks I'm in college." After about fifteen minutes they pulled into the parking lot of the movies. She parked the car and looked at her son. He really looked handsome in his outfit. Her eyes started to move over his body. She then looked down toward his crotch. After a second she quickly snapped her eyes shut. _What am I doing? He's still your son Dawn..._

Dawn took a breath and got out of the car. She quickly grabbed his hand and walked into the theater. The place was packed. Couples, friends, families,nearly the whole town seemed to be there. Dawn looked at her date. She gripped his arm pressing her soft breasts against his body. "Shall we baby?" She asked him with a wink.

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When she bent over to slip on her shoes Victor's eyes couldn't help but be rather captivated by the sight of her butt filling that skirt so perfectly, it clung to her curves and showed them off incredibly. For a few moments he forgot completely that he was looking at his own mother, for just those seconds he thought of her not as a mother but as a woman. He quickly snapped out of it when she stood and turned around to face him, glancing in another direction quickly and hoping she hadn't caught him staring. "H-huh? I... call you...? Um... that's... kinda weird but I'll try mom... uh... I mean... Dawn" It was so strange to call her that, he didn't think he could ever get used to it. He shivered as she took his hand to lead him out to the car, noticing for the first time just how warm her hands were, and he couldn't help squeeze her hand softly before she released it so they could get in.

Just as he started to relax in the car he almost jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh, turning to look at her quickly. She was... his? Just what on Earth did she mean by that? He couldn't help gasping sharply when she squeezed his thigh, a rush of excitement going through him. It was getting more and more difficult to remember that this was his own mother.

When they arrived and got out of the car Victor was surprised at how many people were around. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, so hard he thought it might jump out. He gasped again when Dawn grabbed his arm, blushing as he felt something large and soft pressing against him. When he turned slightly to glance at what it was he caught himself staring at his mothers more than ample bosom... and he felt a stirring in his crotch. He glanced away quickly, trying to push such thoughts away, but the wink from his mother certainly didn't help. "Ah, s-sure, let's go m-... Dawn" He managed a slight smile, trying his best to hide how nervous he was, then led her towards the counter in order to purchase two tickets for the movie, the cashier looking between them, giving Victor a slight look of jealousy from his 'college girlfriend', something most of the high school boys in town could only dream of.

Leading Dawn into the theater it was already getting pretty busy, but Victor was able to find two seats of them in one of the back corners. He hadn't necessarily chosen it because of how secluded it was, but it was certainly a bonus. Somewhere a little out of sight, where he could perhaps relax a little. Though it wasn't long before any relaxation he could've had was shattered. Just before the lights went down a group of girls could be seen walking into the theater, the girl he had supposed to have been here with along with her friends. Victor sank down a little more in his seat, some of his earlier depression rushing back. The girls didn't spot him, instead moving to sit over on the opposite side, but still, it hurt to see them again so quickly, though at least the lights went out shortly after so he couldn't make them out anymore.

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Dawn was smiling the entire time. Not only was her son the object of so many jealous stares. It was because of her being on his arm. No doubt in her mind this had to be a confidence boost for him. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before they got into the theater. "Thanks for taking me out tonight." She winked at him.

Once they sat down Dawn looked around. "Picked the make out seats eh?" She teased him. With a smile she looked him up and down again. She bit her lip. She noticed him sinking into his seat and she looked over. "Are those the girls?" She asked pointing over to them. She looked over and grinned. "Do you want to make her jealous?" She asked grinning. She grabbed his hand and moved it around her. Scooting closer and nuzzling up to him she smiled. "Okay once the movie starts I'm going to get her attention. When she looks over here kiss me. Make it look like we're making out. Then look over at her and wink or something. Make it look like you're not heartbroken."

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"M-make out seats?!" Victor had to struggle to keep his voice down, that certainly hadn't been his intention, though now that she mentioned it he really had. He had just been wanting to sit somewhere out of the way where he might not be noticed too much. "Oh... um... yes... that's them. The red haired girl... she's the one that I..." He trailed off and looked away for a moment, then looked back to Dawn with a confused expression. "Make her jealous?" He blinked, then gasped as his arm ended up moving around his mothers waist, feeling her scoot closer and nuzzle up to him.

"Uh... wait... how are you going to get her attention...? I... w-wait... k-kiss you?" Victor's eyes went wide. Kiss his own mother?! And it wasn't just going to be a peck on the cheek either. Make it look like they were making out?! How the hell was he supposed to do that? "But I've never... made out with anybody before. I'm not sure how to fake it" He bit his lip for a moment, but then gave a nod. He would at least try, for his mothers sake. And besides, the thought of getting some kind of payback on those girls was rather pleasing. Victor had never been the vindictive type, but who wouldn't want just a little bit of revenge after what he had gone through? "OK... I'll do my best m-...I mean... Dawn"

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Dawn smiled and nodded. "It's okay. Just follow my lead okay?" She rubbed her hand up and down his thigh. The lights dimmed and the movie started. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small pen. She tossed it at the red head. The pen smacked her right in the back of the head. Like she had planned the red head turned around and glared at the couple.

Before the red head realized what was going on Dawn turned. She leaned in and planted a kiss on Victor's lips. She then parted his lips with her tongue and started shifting in her seat. She pulled his hands around her waist and planted them firmly on her ass. Dawn didn't need to look at her. She knew just how pissed off that girl was. But no one messes with her son. Dawn then broke the kiss and bit her lip. "L-like that." She blushed and looked into his eyes. Without saying another word she leaned in again and kissed him even deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out soft moans. Their tongues intertwining as they made out.

After another few moments she pulled away. Looking over her shoulder she noticed the girl still watching them. "We got her now. Stick your hand up my shirt. She needs to know you're working your way into my pants." She winked.

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Victor nodded slightly as she said to follow his lead, then shivered as her hand rubbed up and down his thigh... god she was so close to getting right up towards his crotch. He had to keep reminding himself this was his mother, this wasn't a real date it was just... just a family outing to make him feel better, that was all. No matter how much he repeated that to himself in his head though it wasn't exactly working.

Victor gasped when his mother threw a pen at the girl, though he had to admit her aim was perfect. His mother had quite the throwing arm it seemed. He was about to squeak when the girl turned around, but was caught up in the kiss, barely fighting off the urge he felt for his eyes to go wide. He couldn't look surprised, that was going to give things away after all. Instead he closed his eyes, though he almost opened them again when he felt his mother pulling his hands around onto her ass. Oh god... it was... perfect. The perfect balance between plump and firm. Without even meaning to Victor's hands squeezed slightly at her ass as he felt the kiss breaking, opening his eyes slightly and taking a few deep breaths, before suddenly his mother leaned in to kiss him again, though this time his mouth was open, and her tongue seemed to quickly find its way into his mouth. Oh god, he was making out with his own mother!!

Victor's eyes did go slightly wide this time, but he quickly remembered what she had told him to do, turning his vision towards the red headed girl who had been so cruel before and managing to wink to her. "O-oh... I..." Victor panted as the kiss was broken again, though almost choked at his mothers next suggestion, barely keeping his voice a whisper. "Up... up your...? B-but... but mo... but... Dawn I..." He bit his lip, he could see from the corner of his eye that not only was the red headed girl now staring but all of her friends were too. He couldn't stop now it seemed.

His hand was shaking, but Victor slowly reached out, very slowly and carefully slipping a hand up into the button up shirt of his mothers schoolgirl uniform, sliding it up onto her stomach. "Is... is that OK?" He didn't dare move his hand any higher than the skin of her stomach, this was still his mother after all. The mother who had just taken his first real kiss.

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Dawn just placed her finger on his lips when he began to protest. Then she smiled feeling his hand on her stomach. She shook her head. "No up here." She the pulled his hand up onto her breast. "You want them to get jealous right? Get your pay back?" She asked before looking over shoulder. "They're staring. Big finish okay? You ready?" She asked.

Turning in her seat she looked right at them. She pointed to Victor then mouthed "he's mine" before leaning in and kissing his neck. She nipped and sucked leaving a hicky. Once she was finished marking him she turned back to the girls. Blowing a kiss to the red head she winked and ran her hand up his arm before she grabbed his hand and squeezed her breast. By proxy she made him grope her. But she didn't care. The message was received.

The red head stood up and stormed off. She paused next to the two of them. Dawn smirked and looked up at her. "Oh I'm sorry. Were you two suppose to be here together? I guess you should think twice before you mess with guys. They might have girls like me just waiting to hop on them." She then pulled Victor close and kissed him again. This time when she pulled away she gently bit his bottom lip. "Bye bye slut." She said waving as the girl left.

Dawn looked at her son and giggled. "Oh my God! I haven't had that much fun in years!" She smiled. "You did great. With enough practice you'll be an amazing lover." She said not mentioning his hand still up her shirt and currently grabbing her breast.

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"Up... but-" Victor's protests were cut short as his mother moved his hand up to her more than ample breasts, his fingers trembling as he tried not to move, his hand simply sitting there. "W-well I... yeah I want to but this is..." It was difficult to complete a train of thought right now. Victor had just made out with his mother, and now one of his hands was on her ass, albeit through her skirt and underwear whilst the other was on her breast rather more directly! As she leaned in to kiss at his neck Victor instinctively tilted his head, exposing more of his neck to her, gasping as she sucked on his skin hard and nipped at him, it felt amazing! He was panting again, but when she reached up and grasped his hand, squeezing it he couldn't help almost moaning as his fingers sank into the flesh of his own mothers breast. Even when her hand moved away his grip didn't loosen, instead continuing to squeeze at her breast gently, his palm rubbing up against her nipple slightly.

Victor glanced up at the red head momentarily when she passed, before just looking away. Part of it was that he simply didn't want to see her, but another part was to make her think he didn't care about her being there. If she thought he had gotten over her so much that he was no longer interested in even looking at her then it would only make her even more pissed off at herself surely. He didn't resist as his mother pulled him in for another kiss, his tongue eagerly rubbing up against hers, savoring his mother's taste until the kiss was broken, a bit of saliva linking them together for a few moments after she bit his bottom lip.

When the girl and her friends finally left Victor let out a sigh of relief, then took a few deep breaths. "I... that... o-oh me..." He shivered slightly, which caused the hand on her breast to move a little more. "I... that was... mom..." He fortunately whispered the last part so others in the theater wouldn't hear them. "Ah... I... amazing... l-lover...? N-no... no way, that definitely isn't possible..." Victor glanced away, though Dawn might have been able to notice something else. With how close they were Victor's crotch was occasionally poking at Dawn's thigh, and she would feel something rather hard was prodding at her there through his clothes.

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Dawn just smiled as he tried to talk. "Shh shh shhh." She pressed her finger to his lips again. "Listen. You're a lovely young man that just needs a little bit of a boost to your confidence." She smiled and shifted slightly. Then she noticed he was hard. A big grin spread across her face.

"Do I turn you on?" She asked biting her lip. What Victor didn't know was she hadn't had sex in months. Her husband had been away all the time with work and honestly she was getting worked up. So much so she wasn't even thinking about who she was with when she sank down. She expertly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. She let out a gasp as his cock sprung up. "Wow you're hung." She looked up at him. Winking her mouth wrapped around his tip and she began sucking and swirling her tongue. She moaned tasting her son's cock. Sinking down even lower she pulled out her breasts and slid his cock between them. Making sure she didn't let his tip pop out of her mouth. She sucked him deeper taking more of his length in her mouth. After a few bobs of her head she deep throated him. Taking his whole cock into her throat. Best part she didn't even gag. She held herself on his cock for a lot longer than anyone should. Her eyes began to roll and she finally pulled off of him. Her breasts stroking him as she moved her chest. "How do my tits feel?" She whispered. "How about my wet mouth?" She licked her lips.

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"I... well..." Maybe she was right that he just needed a confidence boost, he'd never really had much in the way of confidence after all. What had he really had to be confident about? Before he could even think about it though she asked him a question that nearly knocked him off his seat, it was only the fact that other people were around that stopped him from coughing and spluttering and drawing attention to them.

"Wh-what? I... do you... b-but you're my-" Victor never got to finish his sentence as his mother reached down, undoing his pants and suddenly allowing his very large cock to spring free, the steel hard rod throbbing as it was finally freed from a tight cloth prison, Victor gasping softly in relief. "I..." He looked down just in time to suddenly see her lean down and wrap her lips around the tip of his cock, Victor reaching up to clasp his hands over his mouth to hold back the noise, leaving him unable to try pulling her away, though he wasn't sure he could have even if he wanted to. When she moaned he felt the vibrations running down his cock, his pre-cum spurting across her tongue, his cock throbbing.

And then he felt her breasts... oh god those incredible breasts wrapping around him, his cock sinking into the flesh, his hips thrusting up slightly to try fucking her breasts and mouth, only to suddenly find himself sinking into her throat completely, all 10 inches of his cock vanishing between her lips. Victor's eyes went wide, his grip on his own mouth tightening as he let out a muffled moan of pleasure, until finally his mother raised herself up, freeing his cock from her mouth, though keeping it between her breasts.

He slowly moved his hands away, whispering back to her. "M-mom... I... y-yes it felt good but... but you're..." He shivered slightly as she continued to stroke at him, his cock throbbing and pulsing in a tell tale sign. "M-mom... you... you gotta stop... I'm... I'm gonna..." And what Victor hadn't said was that when he came... he came a lot, and that meant a lot. A single spurt from his cock was often more than other men's entire loads. A full load from Victor could completely cover someone's face easily with plenty more to spare.


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As Sandra strode towards her daughter's bedroom door, her resolve changed. She had intended to walk past, paying her daughter no heed, not even glancing in to see what state of undress she was in today. But with each step, she became more determined that today would be the day when April's behavior was resolved. So it was that, when she reached the door, she turned sharply and marched in before April had a chance to say or do anything.

"April," she snapped, "Don't you think it is time you grew up." Her eyes were fixed on her daughter's face. She couldn't tell what she was wearing, even whether she was wearing anything at all. "You're 19 years old now and it's time you started acting your age. You are far too old to play this role of the teenager coming to terms with her own sexuality. You've ruined my marriage by tempting your father, you've destroyed every relationship I've had since by competing with me for the guys' attention, and most of our relatives avoid visiting us anymore." She paused for breath and to try, without success, to gauge her daughter's reaction. She plundered on.

"I don't know what game you're playing with me now, but it has to stop, right now, do you understand me? I'm your mother, not someone you can just use for your own personal amusement. You're not a child anymore, April. You're a grown woman just like me and it's time we both settled into an adult relationship."

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April was laying on her belly on the bed, laptop open and chatting with her friend on Facebook. When she heard her mother come in she got up---and was totally naked, her size 36 tits upright and firm with tan areolas... she had just a thin narrow landing strip of brown fur just above her slit, her sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair giving her an almost Elfish look.

"MOM!" she exclaimed, one hand behind her closing the laptop. "At least knock first... I could've had someone in here with me..." She sat on the side of her bed politely listening to everything her mother was saying. Finally it was her turn to speak up.

"Fucking with Dad's head---and his cock---wasn't much of a challenge... like most guys that don't get enough at home, they start thinking with their dicks instead of their heads... if you put out for Daddy enough he probably wouldn't have tried to have sex with me. It wasn't my fault that he thought I was sexy... besides, he sure had a good size cock... didn't he?"

April continued to take advantage that she was on the offensive. "As for me stealing guys from you... hey, if you can't keep 'em satisfied, why shouldn't I try?" The manipulative blonde nymph spread her legs and slipped a finger inside her cunt in full view of her mother...

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Sandra had no intention of being provoked by her daughter. Taunting her about not keeping men and about her father's cock were just the sort of bitchy remarks she had learned to expect from other women who wanted to try to hurt her. At her age, she had become immune to that sort of spiteful remark. But the sight of her daughter wanking in front of her was not something she had expected.

She knew April probably masturbated herself off. Didn't all women do that? All her friends did and talked about their fantasies on girls nights out. Sandra had done that when she was a teenager and sometimes since. But not in front of someone else, and certainly not in front of her mother. But worse than that, worse than seeing her daughter putting on a performance---because she was sure that was what it was, just a performance, designed to provoke, and not a genuine act of pleasuring herself---was the effect it had on her.

It was not until now that Sandra realized what it was that she found disturbing, what had unsettled her recently. It was the feelings that were now flooding her. Flooding her mind and, yes she could feel it just standing her next to her daughter's bed, flooding her cunt as well. It took massive self-control not to lie down next to April and finger-fuck herself off in unison. Sandra had never been gay, never felt even the slightest inclination in that direction.

In the end, Sandra took take it no longer. She stepped forwarded, grabbed April's hand and pulled it away from her crotch. As the hand flew up towards her, she could see her daughter's juices glistening on her skin and even smell their scent. She inhaled deeply, and almost pulled her finger up to lick it dry. But in the end, she just let it fall. "Please, April." her voice trembling as she struggled to control her emotions and feelings, "You are too old to go in for this sort of performance. Why not take life seriously, just for once?"

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April giggled as she stood up... she could sense an uneasiness in her mother's voice, a subtle sign that her seduction was working. She went over to the window, the evening sun casting a glow, making an aura around the outline of her body.

"Sex is just a natural thing," the voluptuous blonde said in a soft, almost whisper of a tone. "and I'm all about nature..." She strutted over to her dresser, brought out a 10 inch rabbit vibrator, spread her legs slightly and slipped it inside her cunt, slowly passing it in and out...

"As for me being too old," she continued, her eyes locked on her mother..."I'm 19, and performing is what I do best..." April fucked herself until she came... she let out a loud moan, her legs trembled and drops of her nectar fell to the floor.

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Sandra stood transfixed at her daughter's performance. She should have walked out, her brain told her that that was the sensible thing to do, despite having committed herself to seeing this through today. There would be no loss of face, because April did not know what her mother had intended when she walked into the room. But whatever her brain was telling her, however loudly it screamed at her to get out while she could, that there was trouble that she couldn't imagine just ahead, her body wouldn't let her leave.

From where she stood, Sandra couldn't see herself in a mirror, but she was sure she was blushing. Her chest was tight, thighs were clenched tight as if she were trying to stop her juices running down her legs, and she could feel her nipples trying to force their way through the fine lace of her bra. The sight of the 10 inches of vibrator reminded her of her husband's dick forcing its way inside her for the first time, not that he was 10 inches, nothing like it. The rhythm of April's arm reminded her of that glorious sustained hammering he had given her on that first night of their honeymoon.

She hadn't planned what to do. If she had thought about it, she would have had no notion of how to cope with this situation, which had in a few minutes escalated beyond anything that she had encountered in her life, let alone in her daughter's behavior. It must have been instinct that made her act as she did, but where that instinct had come from she had no idea.

Both women stood, a few feet apart, in silence now that April's moans had subsided. It was as though both knew something would happen, but neither knew what it would be, or who would act first. In the end, it was Sandra who moved. She rushed at her daughter, grabbed her by her tits and shook them, shaking her, and tossing her from side to side until she swayed across the room and fell onto the bed, her legs spread, her sodden pussy displayed. Sandra released her and slowly began to remove her clothes.

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April had no intention of following through any of this to a conclusion. She was doing, as she put it, what she did best. Seducing her father was easy, his downfall being like most men, he thought with the wrong head. Women, in particular her mother, were different. Sure, they got aroused, some as easily as men, but they were more of a challenge... women tended to use their brain and to use their bodies often to get what they wanted.

April was, in the short time span of 19 years, fairly good at it. She continued to taunt her mother, turning so that the evening rays through the window cast an aura over her body, her nectar glistening as she continued to masturbate. After a while she finished, slightly panting, knowing her antics were having an effect on the woman. She had no intention of having sex with her, April was merely teasing and taunting her, assuming in due time her mother would bet too frustrated at what she was seeing and decide not to go into the girl's bedroom and bother her again. April was bisexual and already had her share of female partners, but her mother...? No way.

But suddenly her whole world changed. Her mother looked at her in a way April had never seen before, making the girl nervous for the first time in her life. Suddenly mommie lunged at her, grabbing her tits and shaking them. "MOM!... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!... LET ME GO...!!!" Her mother roughly pushed her onto her back on the bed, forcing the girl's legs apart. April's eyes popped wide open in shock. It wasn't supposed to happen like this!!! She looked up, too frozen to move and stared in disbelief as her mother stripped in front her. "No Mom..." She begged. "Please..."

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Something had snapped in Sandra. Was it just that she had finally reached the end of being able to put up with her daughter's behavior? Or was it that some feelings that had lain dormant within her had finally broken the surface? She didn't know and right now she didn't care.

One thing she did notice, though, as she unzipped her dress and let it fall around her feet, was the change in her daughter. She had lost that cocky, knowing attitude. Sandra could almost smell her fear as she lay on her back, staring in amazement at her mother. Both women knew that in that instant their relationship had changed and would never be the same again. But how? Even Sandra wasn't sure about that. In fact, she wasn't even sure of what she was doing.

Sandra's body couldn't match her daughter's. no way could the out of condition body of a 40 something who had given birth compete with the firm and flawless flesh of a 19 year old. But she had maturity and experience that April did not have. She wondered how April was reacting at the sight of her mother in a red lace thong and ¼ cup bra, clothing that she wore to please herself and made sure her daughter never saw.

Unsure whether to strip, she kicked her dress aside and, finally deciding that she had no reason to be ashamed in front of her daughter, she released the catch on her bra, letting her tits swing free. Her daughter's eyes followed them in astonishment, but that was nothing compared to her expression when he mother eased the thong over her hips and stood legs astride to display a thin landing strip and dangling labia. Before April could react, Sandra dropped to her knees between her daughter's legs, pushed her thighs wide, and lowered her mouth over her pussy.

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The voluptuous blonde could have gotten off the bed and ran but she was transfixed at the sight of the woman above her. April had her share of female partners but this was different... this was her MOTHER!! "M---mom!" she stammered, "What are you DOING?" The woman had by now taken off her dress, revealing a sexy wisp of a bra and thong panties. The thought of her own mother even having these things, leave alone actually wearing them made her think of her mother in a whole new way, but this way was uncomfortable.

She had to admit though... beside the slight cellulite that a woman her mother's age was expected to have, she did have an impressive set of tits... momentarily gazing down at the woman's clit, a voice inside her head was yelling, "Don't look at that!!"

By the time April decided this peep show was over it was too late. Before she had a chance to bolt off the bed, her mother... her MOTHER... had forced her legs apart and was in a kneeling position, holding her firm and licking and sucking on April's pussy... "M-m-m-mom... what are you doing?," she stammered. "Wha...mmmmmmmmm..."

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Sandra ignored April's cries and moans. She was eating her daughter out, not for love or affection, but to take her revenge for what she had endured from her for years. This was going to establish a new relationship, one in which power shifted back where it rightly belonged, with the mother, not with her child.

She didn't care whether April was getting any pleasure. All that mattered to Sandra now was for her daughter to understand who was in charge. This was a demonstration of what she could affect for the future. All April seemed to understand was sex, so sex would have to be the instrument by which her mother controlled her.

At first, Sandra just licked and sucked at April's pussy, but when her daughter began to moan, she changed to biting and chewing at the slimy labia. Time for April to understand that this was about control. She paused briefly to gulp in air, tasting the tang of her daughter's cunt in her throat and the smell of the juices that coated her face. Sinking back, she grabbed at her daughters' tits, pulling hard and twisting viciously at her nipples. To her surprise, she found an itch developing between her own thighs.

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April thrashed and wriggled around, trying to if not escape, at least pull her cunt away from her mother. HER MOTHER!!!! "Mom, please... please stop!" She begged. It wasn't as if it didn't feel good---she spent many times in that same position as well as being the lucky recipient, but this time it was different. The woman between her forced open thighs wasn't one of her late teen, early 20's sex partners... it was her own flesh and blood.

April did her best not to become aroused. She knew that during a unwanted sexual encounter, it wasn't uncommon for the victim to become aroused against their will. As the woman licked and sucked, she felt her wetness slowly increase. But suddenly pleasure became pain as the woman bit and chewed. April felt her teeth actually bite into her sensitive flesh. "OOOOW!" she yelled... "IT HURTS!... STOP!!!"

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April's howls and pleas just excited her mother all the more. If they were intended to get her to stop, they had the opposite effect. All April got was a brief respite while Sandra snapped at her. "April, why don't you just shut the fuck up? Can't you see I'm busy? From now on you are going to do as you are told and right now you're being told to stop complaining. OK?"

Without waiting for a reply, her mother ducked down to her fanny and took her labia in one vicious bite, snapping her teeth hard on the tender flesh. One hand returned to torturing April's nipples, while the other wandered down her own body, stroking her tits on the way to the soggy flesh of her own pussy. She imagined her own mouth working its way around where her fingers were now probing and stroking. Before long, she was fucking her daughter and herself in a rhythm that became faster as it became harder.

Sandra no longer cared about her daughter, whether she was getting pleasure or pain, whether she was enjoying what was happening or hating being dominated for probably the first time in her life. This was now about Sandra and her pleasure and her satisfaction, something she had been missing for so long. She had never dreamed that all her frustrations would be released like this, but they were and she knew that this was going to be just the first of many, many times. She shifted her head to position her mouth so that her tongue could now penetrate her daughter's cunt. She teased only briefly before pushing her way inside.

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April stopped complaining almost immediately, shocked at the aggressiveness and dominating tone of her mother's voice... this was a side of her that her daughter had never encountered before. Up until now, it had always been April that did the manipulating. Was her mother always like this, or did she bring out this long hidden side somehow?

April screamed as her mother bit into her tender flesh... she felt teeth penetrate her pussy lips enough to draw blood... with her lips already beginning to be engorged with blood from the surprising arousal, the pain was incredible. April stared with surprise ...her mother was masturbating! Suddenly she felt a warm wet tongue curled and entering her cunt. Before long she found herself being tongue fucked...

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Sandra pulled her head away from her daughter's pussy and stood in front of her, with legs astride and her fingers working hard inside her. She laughed at the look on April's face. It was so easy to read that it made Sandra realize that, despite her worldly attitude and sexually provocative manner, April had little experience of real sex.

"What the matter, dear? Am I embarrassing you? Having you seen a real woman wanking before? I'm not talking about posing while you play with your little machine, I'm talking about giving myself a thorough shagging, like your father used to give me before he got himself between your legs." She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked them dry. "That's better, I can get more friction now."

She thrust all four fingers back inside her, tilting her pelvis to give her daughter a good view of the slim running down her thighs, and pulling and twisting her nipples. Her hair was plastered to her forehead now and she was breathing so deeply she had to pant out what she was saying. "This is one thing I learned from losing my husband to my daughter and then my lovers too, looking after myself is actually a lot better than having some arrogant bastard who thinks I'm going to cum at the sight of his cock."

She rubbed more vigorously, thrusting her hips and ramming her fingers home. "You've got a lot to learn, my little darling, and your mother is going to teach you what it means to be a sexual toy, her sexual toy. Just lie back and enjoy the show."

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April laid there transfixed, eyes glued to the sight before her... she had watched her friends tease her, masturbating in front her but this was different... this was HER OWN MOTHER! She stared with wide eyes as the woman fingered herself, showing her pussy in perfect detail as she slipped fingers into her wanton cunt and thrust them in and out.

In a way, April was glad her mother was doing all this to herself and not to her, but she knew her own time would be coming soon. But... she couldn't keep her eyes off of her mother, the way her tits jiggled as she swayed back and forth, the moaning, the panting that were signs of a orgasm about to explode.

Sandra's movement began to have an effect on the young girl... as she watched her mother's performance, she felt her own pussy becoming wet and wetter. Finally it happened... as she stared up at her mother, April slid a hand down and began to finger herself...

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Sandra was so preoccupied with herself that she didn't at first notice what her daughter was doing. As soon as she did, she broke off, pulled her daughter's hand away from her crotch and delivered a stinging back slap across her face.

"Stop that," she snapped, pulling April's head up by her hair, "stop it this instant and don't ever let me catch you pleasuring yourself again. If you pleasure anyone, it will be. If I ever decide to let you have any pleasure for yourself, I will tell you."

And with that Sandra returned to her own pleasure, pulling April's head up by her hair so that her face was staring into her mother's crotch. Her eyes closed as she approach orgasm and pulled April closer so she could smell her mother's juices that were oozing over her fingers and down her thighs, as she rubbed herself furiously.

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Even though it was her own mother, April felt it was so much of a waste for a woman to cum and not be licked clean and swallowed... Mother wouldn't let her play with herself but that didn't mean she forbid her daughter to service HER, did she?

The young nymph tried to push back the knowledge of exactly who she was about to service. "Please mom," she begged, "Don't let that nectar go to waste..." With that, she brought up her head, her mother's sex juice acting as a erotic drug. She inhaled the musky aroma as she began to lick and suck, coaxing out as much of the fluid as she could...

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Sandra pushed her daughter's face away. How dare she interrupt her first decent orgasm since, well since when?, since April had got her father by the balls and enticed him into her bed, since Sandra had gone to bed one night and smelled her daughter's perfume on her pillow, since she had come home early and caught them fucking on the sofa. And how long ago was that? A long time, far too long, and now the bitch was getting in her way. She shoved her roughly back onto the bed, as she clenched her cunt muscles as tight as she could around her fingers, and bucked her hips faster and faster.

Until, yes, at last, it was cumming, cumming like an express train, one of those old steam trains, huffing and puffing, with steam billowing out the stack, as the wheels spun frantically for grip and pushed the train faster and faster, rocking on its tracks. And then, at last, at long last, it finally did.

Her chest was too tight to breathe, she felt giddy, lightheaded, barely away of the spasms racking her belly, of her fingers that seemed trapped in her cunt. her chest heaving, she opened her eyes and looked down on April, lying spread-eagled on her bed. "Suck me now, you bitch," she screamed as loud as she could, "Drink me, eat me, fuck me!" She climbed astride her daughter's shoulders and sank her pussy onto her mouth.

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April had lovers older than herself, some almost twice her age, but this time it was her own mother... and to make matters even more confusing, not only was Sandra calling the shots but April found herself actually submitting! The young nymph was ALWAYS the aggressor, the domme... what was it about the woman she was having sex with that made Sandra so easy to submit to? was it something maternal, the fact that it was her own mother or was it something darker... was there something about this that was bringing out the long held back submissive side of her?

As the woman positioned herself over her daughter's face, lowering her pussy down over the girl's nose and mouth, April smelled the wetness... the way her mother was twitching, she could tell her mother was just about to cum. April curled her tongue into a mini cock and thrust it inside, fucking her with it... everything about this was wrong but it felt so right...

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Cocks. They'd dominated her life up to now. Sandra had thought she couldn't cum without a cock pumping her, not properly anyway, not screaming, shaking, shouting, not leaving her drained and exhausted. But now she knew she'd been wrong. She'd always been under control, her husband's control, her lover's control. But this was different now, because she was in control.

"Go." Sandra pressed herself hard down on her daughter's face. "Face fuck me, finger fuck me, tongue fuck me." Her hands roamed over her body, feeling her own flesh quiver under the touch of her fingers, feeling the pain as her nails dug into her nipples and pulled them hard, twisting and torturing them. Then her hands began seeking out the most private of her special places, the ones she had never let any man know about even when their fingers strayed close by. Her hands clasped her buttocks, her fingers sneaking into her crack. And all the while her moans grew deeper and became groans and her body began to tremble.