The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lilly sat in her seat and ignored everything around her. She ignored her half-drunk coffee. She ignored background chatter as well as the arguing couple by the windows. She ignored the fake titted slut masturbating in her seat. She even ignored it when some guy with a giant penis started fucking the slut on the table.

The text that she received from her daughter dominated Lilly’s world. You’re too old. You don’t understand. You couldn’t even face the decisions I have to make everyday. I hate you.

Her phone sat like dead weight in her hands. Lilly’s eyes scanned the text over and over, not really reading each individual word, but absorbing them as a whole. She was afraid to focus on a single word as each one would have been a nail in her dying heart.

Casandra and her relationship had never really been a close one, but now that she was 18 it seemed as if she resented even the slightest bit of advice from her mother. She and her husband, Mark, were at a loss as to what to do. They could see their daughter slip away with poor decision after poor decision, but when they actively did something and tried to be an influence on their daughter’s life, like throwing out all her trashy clothes and makeup, they were answered by things like the text message.

Not only handsome and smart, Mark provided a good life for them. If she hadn’t wanted to work, they could have easily afforded for Lilly to stay home. Work was important to them, yet as many times as Casandra had been caught skipping school, it didn’t seem like any of their values had rubbed off on their daughter.

Lilly was still staring at the message when the stranger banged his hand on the table in front of her. In her shock, Lilly dropped her phone. She glared at the man that had drug her out of her reverie.

He wasn’t tall, nor was he particularly short, just average. He had brownish blond hair and nondescript eyes. He wasn’t handsome, nor ugly. He was average. Lilly doubted she could have picked him out of a lineup.

“You know it’s rude to ignore people when they’re talking to you,” he told her.

“I’m sorry, I was just lost...Excuse me, but who are you?” Lilly said as her look of surprise slowly faded to an apologetic one then finally settling on a look of annoyance.

“I’m the man who can help you with your daughter.”

Lilly was distracted by the busty barista as she pulled off her shirt, exposing the largest breasts Lilly had every seen. The girl proceeded to fill all her orders by milking herself into the customer’s glasses. How original she thought.

“Lilly, focus.”

Turning back to her unwanted companion, Lilly furrowed her brow. Had she told him her name? “What do you mean you can help me? Are you a shrink?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what good are you?”

Now the man furrowed his brow at Lilly. “There’s no need to get snarky.”

“Okay, fine. Then what can you do?”

The man leaned back and grinned. A chill ran down Lilly’s spine. “I can give you control.”

“What do you mean?”

Reaching forward, her companion leaned on the table, took her coffee and drank a sip. “That’s gotten quite cold.”

Lilly leaned forward and put her face in his. “I said, ‘What do you mean?’”

Still holding her cup, the man leaned back and placed both hands on it. Steam started rising out of it and he took another sip. “Much better.”

“You told me earlier it’s rude to ignore people.” Lilly frowned at him. “Tell me, what do you mean.”

“Exactly what I said. Whenever your daughter faces a...monumental decision, one where you’d like influence, you get to make the decision for her.”

“What, you mean like tell her what she should do?”

“Not exactly. More like, you’ll be in the driver’s seat.”

Throwing her hands up in disgust, Lilly snarled, “I don’t understand what you’re saying at all.” Her movement caused her naturally large chest to jiggle and she noticed her companion’s stare.

“Why don’t I show you?” he asked.

Lilly blinked her eyes a couple of time and looked around. Gone were the chesty milk server and her table mate. Gone were the ambient noise and smell of coffee. She sat in a classroom surrounded by teenage kids. In her right hand was a pencil and a small folded piece of paper was in her left. “Where am I?” she asked aloud, breaking the silence in the room. Her voice wasn’t her voice. It was her daughter’s.

The kids around her laughed and the teacher in the front of the room scowled at her. “Cassy, you’re in the middle of your History final. Now please be quiet and work.”

Ducking her head, Lilly looked at the paper on the desk in front of her. Casandra had written “Cassy” on the top in big loopy letters. Lilly hated that her daughter called herself that. Lilly erased the name and rewrote “Casandra” on the test in neat letters.

Turning her attention to the small piece of paper in her other hand, Lilly gasped. It was the answers to the test in front of her. Her daughter was planning on cheating. Lilly had to do something to stop her. The only thing she could think to do was to eat the paper. Crumpling it up, Lilly threw it in her mouth, chewed it, then swallowed it. Blinking again, Lilly looked around the bustling coffee shop.

“What did you think?” The man asked her.

“Was that real?” Even as she asked it, Lilly knew in her soul that it was.

“It was as real as your big ol’ titties.”

Lilly frowned at the man’s vulgarity.

“So, I take it you liked it.”

Liked it? Lilly loved it. Her daughter would turn out just the way she wanted her to, without arguments and without hateful texts. “I couldn’t dream of anything better.”

“Good, well then. Good luck with it.” The man stood up to leave. Lilly put out her hand to stop him, but came a few inches short of actually touching him.

“That’s it? ‘Here’s a power to control your daughter’s decisions. Have a good day’? Really? What’s the catch. What do you want?”

Spreading his hands out in a “nothing up my sleeves” gesture, the man stood in front of her. “Normally, I like to make bets or some such, but you acquiesced so kindly that I ask of nothing in return. Maybe I’ll just leave you with this one warning. The decisions you make for your daughter can affect you, too.”

“What does that mean?”

The man just smiled. Sweat peppered Lilly’s forehead. She was terrified. She didn’t want him to answer the question. Lilly’s racing heartbeat slowed as the man walked away from her and out of the coffeehouse.

Lilly sat in her chair for awhile. She wondered what he meant. She wondered how long she’d have her power. She wondered if it was wise to have accepted it.

Putting her worries behind her, Lilly wiped her table clean for the next person and took her empty cup to the counter. Without looking up from milking her left breast into a waiting customer’s cup, the massively endowed barista thanked Lilly for her patronage.

Returning to her office, Lilly sneered at Amber, the front receptionist. “Amber, how many times do you have to be told? This is a place of business, not a strip club.”

Surprised by the fact Lilly had even talked to her, the receptionist made a bumbling effort to pull her low cut top over her ample chest which rivaled Lilly’s own. Where Lilly’s was natural, however, Amber’s had the look of a surgeon’s touch. “I’m sorry, Ms Smith.”

Without replying, Lilly walked past the person of her contempt, headed to her cubicle and threw her purse down on her desk. She shook her computer’s mouse and typed in the password for the screen saver. The documents and spreadsheets she’d left up before heading out for lunch reappeared on the screen. Putting her personal life aside, Lilly attacked her work with the gusto that she felt would lead her to becoming a branch manager within the year.

She was making excellent progress when her computer and cubicle walls disappeared. She blinked and looked around. Lilly was back in Casandra’s school. The teacher in the front of the room was handing out some papers.

The geeky looking boy sitting next to Lilly leaned over. “Remember, I’ll let you see my answers if you go out with me this Saturday.”

Too shocked by the arrangement her daughter had made to cheat, all Lilly could do was mutter okay. “Wait...”

“Quiet, Cassy!” The teacher said. “The test’s started.”

Lilly looked at the paper in front of her daughter’s body: physics. Unlike the history exam, the cheat sheet wasn’t paper. Lilly couldn’t exactly eat the boy next to her. The only option she had was to do the test herself. Lilly had been terrible at physics when she was in school, now over twenty years later she had no hope.

She flipped through the pages and tried to find a problem she could understand. She thought about writing E=mc^2 here and there, but left most of the problems blank. What good did it do her daughter to fail this test? Had her daughter actually tried, surely she would have scored better than Lilly. As it was, almost an hour of the allotted ninety minutes had passed and Lilly hadn’t written anything.

Allowing her daughter to cheat was wrong, but causing her daughter to fail was almost as bad. Good to his word, the boy next to her had left his finished work on the edge of his desk. The answers were clearly visible, if only Lilly would allow herself to look.

What if her daughter wasn’t the one who cheated? What if Lilly quickly copied for her daughter? The idea sprang into Lilly’s head so quick, she almost laughed out loud. That had to work! Turning back to the first page, she looked at the boy’s test and then was back in her cubicle.

The cursor on her monitor flashed, waiting for her input. How boring. Enter number, output number. Numbers, number, numbers. Work sucked. Sighing, Lilly pushed herself away from the computer and stretched. She’d only been back from lunch for an hour and she was already bored.

No, that wasn’t right. She distinctly remembered loving her job. She could feel just below the surface of boredom that she had drive and ambition. There was something blocking it, a desire that she’d never felt before, the desire to take the easy way out of things.

Was this what the stranger had meant when he said she could be affected, too? She had taken the easy path for her daughter by cheating, and new memories of taking the path of least resistance throughout her life came to Lilly. She’d lead a life of barely passing grades, purely average performance reviews, and married the first man that had came along.

As her new reality set in, Lilly could still feel and remember the old one. Even in her mind it existed as a faint memory of a pleasant dream. The remaining her in the dream screamed that she couldn’t handle this power, that she wanted it gone. But the woman that she was couldn’t be bothered to worry about it. It would sort itself out eventually.

Getting up, Lilly headed into the break room and emptied the last of the coffee into her cup. She put the empty pot back onto the burner and left the task of making the next batch to the person after her.

Pulling out her phone, she texted her husband. Hey, babe. Bored at work again. Can’t wait to see ya. Be ready for some tonight. Love Lilly. She pushed send and started drinking her coffee. She idly daydreamed about taking her well toned husband and his large penis when she got home while she drank.

Only after a couple of sips, Amber came in. “Hey Amber,” Lilly said. A strange sense, not quite like deja vu but similar, came over Lilly that she despised Amber. It was an odd feeling to have for her best friend.

“Oh, hey, Lills. Taking a break?” Amber picked up the empty pot and looked at it.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I was planning on brewing another before I left,” Lilly lied.

“Sure you were,” Amber laughed as she busied herself making the next batch. “You catch Idol last night?”

“You bet I did.”

“Man, that 16 year old is so cute! What I wouldn’t give to be the girl to pop his cherry.”

Lilly frowned. She loved Amber because she was the only person in the office who slacked off more than she did, but at the same time, she wasn’t that fond of Amber’s loose ways. Ignoring the comment, Lilly went on. “Who do you think’s gonna win? My money’s on one of the girls.”

“My eyes are only on the boys, if you get what I mean?”

She got it. Swirling the dregs of her coffee around in the cup before she downed it, Lilly rinsed the cup and set it to dry. “Well, I guess I’d better get back to work.”

“So soon? I was going to step out for a smoke. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind keeping me company.”

Though she didn’t smoke, Lilly often went outside to keep Amber company while she did. Lilly didn’t think it was fair that smokers got to skip out on work because they had a disgusting habit and she didn’t. Going outside with Amber killed two birds with one stone; she got to slack off and gossip.

“You should have said so sooner. Let’s go!”

Twenty minutes later, Lilly was back at her desk. She was trying her best to concentrate on work when her phone went off. She picked it up and read the text from her daughter. Mom, going to the mall with friends to blow off post exam steam. Home before dinner.

Lilly wished her girl would go home and study, but instead texted back Have fun. As long as she got some studying in after dinner, Lilly didn’t care. Like work, school had never been too much of a priority for her. Her wish was mostly a half hearted “wishing for a better life” for her daughter.

Having been distracted, Lilly opened a browser page and started scanning through the Land’s End online summer catalog. If her daughter got to go shopping, why couldn’t she? She got another cup of coffee, but instead of drinking it in the break room, she brought it back to her desk and continued her shopping.

Bringing the cup up to her mouth to take a sip of coffee, Lilly’s empty hand smacked her face. Looking around, Lilly saw she was standing in her daughter’s underwear clad body in a dressing room. Casandra had inherited her mother’s impressive bust line. The years hadn’t gotten to them yet and they stood more proudly off her chest than Lilly’s own.

Hormones raced through Casandra’s body. The vibrancy of youth overwhelmed Lilly’s mind. Is this what Casandra felt like when not taking a test? No wonder she was so surly at Lilly’s strict dress and boy code. It took all of her strength just to not breakdown and masturbate.

Through the mental fog, Lilly tried to determine what decision she was supposed to make for her daughter. It couldn’t be shoplifting, could it? Casandra’s body jiggled as Lilly rummaged through her daughter’s bag. No, it wasn’t shoplifting.

Looking for her daughter’s clothes to get dressed, she found what her daughter had brought in to try on. The shear blouse might have been respectable if it had been a longer cut and thick enough to hide anything underneath it. The skirt on the other hand, never had a chance to be decent.

What was Casandra doing with such trashy clothes? Even Amber would have thought twice about them. Lilly looked at her daughter’s trim figure in the mirror. Cassy...Casandra did work hard to keep herself in shape. Lilly was reminded of herself in her youth, she could have been looking at herself 20 years ago. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was a secret desire to see what she would have looked like if she’d been more risque, but Lilly decided to try the clothes on. She could try them on, but make sure her daughter didn’t actually buy them.

Slipping on the skirt first, Lilly found it was no more than an ass wrap. With the right pair of heels, it would have been stunning. Putting on the top, Lilly saw that her daughter had picked out a size too small. The shirt strained at holding in Cassy’s large tits. Lilly felt a blush of pride infuse with the non-stop bombardment of horniness. Her little girl had definitely gotten her best features.

Not being able to do up the top buttons, Lilly left them open and twirled in front of the mirror. There was no doubt about it, she would have looked so hot.

“How’s it going in there, Cassy?” A voice asked from outside the changing room.

“Uhh, fine.”

“Come on out and let me see how you look.”

Lilly hesitated with her hand on the door. She could turn back now, change and say they didn’t fit, but that would mean a lot of work and it would be easier just to step out.... Lilly opened the door and Susan, her daughter’s best friend, was waiting outside. “Damn, you look good. To bad your mom would kill you if she saw you like that.”

Lilly laughed. “Oh, I dunno. I think she might like it.” Which was true. She loved the way she looked in the outfit. It didn’t mean she was going to let Cassy buy it, though.

“What are you talking about? The bitch would flip.”

“You’d be surprised. Come on, let’s go get me some heels.” Lilly turned and headed for the shoe department and screamed as hot coffee scalded her chest. She set her coffee cup down and looked at her ruined blouse. It was her favorite. Her favorite? This piece of crap? Why had she done up so many buttons?

Undoing the buttons down to the downward curve of her breasts, Lilly opened the top to expose her ample flesh. Again, she got the not-quite-deja-vu feeling. She shouldn’t be parading around like some sort of tramp, but exposing the soft flesh of her bosom felt natural, like she’d done it her entire life.

That was ridiculous, of course she’d done it her entire life. Someone as lazy as she was didn’t make it as far as she did without showing off a little bit of flesh every now and then. There was nothing wrong with it. She’d made the right choice for her daughter. As much as she was cheating and ditching school, Cassy wasn’t going to get anywhere without showing a bit.

Yet, at the same time, a movie played in Lilly’s head of her scolding Amber for her revealing attire. Lilly knew that was a real memory, but one that no one else shared with her. It was a memory of a life led by her in a different universe, a different dimension. Again, she’d made a decision for her daughter that had changed herself.

The actress in her memory screamed at her to stop, to button up, to never use the power again. She yelled at Lilly to get back to work, to get serious, that she was blowing her chance for the big promotion. She ranted and raved around in Lilly’s mind. Instead of listening, Lilly got up and headed over to her best friend’s desk. The woman in her mind faded like a memory of a boring sitcom from the night before.

Arriving at the receptionist’s desk, Lilly admired Amber’s low cut top and artificial cleavage. If she could have stomached the thought of surgery, she wouldn’t have minded reviving her figure to its youth, especially since she had just experienced her daughter’s body.

“Ahhh, Lills! You got coffee on your crusty old-lady shirt,” Amber said, looking up from whatever menial task she was pretending to do.

“I know! That’s why I’m here. You got an extra top I can borrow?”

Amber turned around and pulled out a neatly folded shirt and mini-skirt from her bag. She handed them over. “I was going to wear these to happy hour tonight, but since you woke up this morning and put on your schoolmarm outfit, something’s gotta save you from your fashion crisis.”

Happily taking the outfit, Lilly gave Amber a smile. “What say we ditch early and go get started?”

“You read my mind!”

“I’ll go get changed.”

Lilly went into the bathroom and stripped down to her undies. She examined herself in the mirror and compared her body to her daughter’s. The years had taken their toll on her once marvelous breasts. She should have them fixed up, and while the doctor was in there, she could have him up them a size or two.

In her mind, Lilly rolled her eyes. Her husband would love that, more men drooling over his wife. She didn’t understand why he hated her fashion sense so much. It’s not like it had changed over the years. So what if other men looked? Lilly wasn’t about to go off and fuck any of them. Maybe if he worked out more she wouldn’t look back. But when ever she nagged him about his growing belly, he just got angry.

Unable to fathom why she hadn’t worn a thong, Lilly pulled her grannie panties off and chucked them in the trash with her ruined shirt and drab slacks. She gave her hairy friend a pat and joy seared her nerves. She was still raging from her daughter’s sex drive.

Biting her lower lip, Lilly peeked around to make sure no one was there. She headed into a stall and leaned against the wall, then reached between her legs and started rubbing herself.

The thrill of pleasuring herself at work where anyone could come in and hear her slight whimpers fed her flames. Her hand stroked faster until the stall’s walls shook with her vibrations. Finally, they rocked back and forth as her orgasm crashed into her.

Still wearing only her bra and shoes, Lilly stepped out of the stall. To her horror, Margarette from accounting was washing her hands. She gave Lilly a disdainful look in the mirror.

“I...uhh.. spilt some coffee on my blouse and Amber gave me something to change into, so I...uhh...”

Margarette didn’t respond. She just flicked her wrists twice to dry her hands and left the bathroom. Lilly went back into the stall to give its walls another good shaking. Fifteen minutes later, a satisfied Lilly walked out of the bathroom wearing a tight, shear, low cut top and a skirt barely longer than the one she’d put on as her daughter.

She liked the top, but it wasn’t one she’d have bought for herself. She couldn’t wear her bra with it since it could have been seen through the thin fabric. One of her lacy black bras would have been perfect, but she’d worn some functional boring thing today that had followed her old outfit into the garbage. Being bra-less and in a tight and shear shirt meant her dark areolae were plainly visible, an effect she liked, but it wasn’t tight enough to support her breasts and hide their sag, an effect she decidedly did not like.

“Bit nipply in here isn’t it?” Amber laughed when Lilly finally came out of the bathroom.

“Like you’ve got a right to talk. I think there’s more tit out of your shirt than in.” The two laughed and headed out of their office. They hopped in a cab and joked and giggled as the driver took them to their favorite watering hole.

More to the point, it was Amber’s favorite watering hole. Lilly wasn’t crazy about it. Since it was near the local university, most of the clientele was barely older than her daughter. Lilly preferred eye candy closer to her own age.

Sitting down at the bar, they ordered two martinis and continued their chitchat. Lilly had just finished her drink when two twenty-somethings came and sat on either side of them.

“Need another one?” the guy who sat next to her asked.

This was another reason Lilly hated coming here. At a more upstanding place, they could make it through the entire night without being bothered. Here, she had to shoot boys down every twenty minutes or so. However, it was for that reason that Amber drug her here every night. “Free drinks and hot studs. What the hell you bitching about?” she’d always say when Lilly complained.

“What? You draw the short straw?” Lilly asked her new companion.

“Pardon?”

“You know, you had to be the wing-man and hit on the older broad so your friend could get the young hot one?”

“Never crossed your mind that maybe I like older women?”

“Yeah, work on your lines, pal.” Lilly snapped at the bartender, pointed at her empty glass, and gestured for him to make another. The first one was already giving her a pleasant buzz.

“Well...” the boy started.

Lilly looked at him for the first time and glowered at him in a manner only a mother of a teenager could. “Move along.”

The boy stood up and muttered “bitch” under his breath. He caught his friend’s attention and thumbed at the bathroom, then headed off for it. Lilly watched him go and took a sip of her freshly made martini.

The cola tingled as it slid down her throat; it had a hint of rum. The low mumble of an early hour bar was replaced by the loud buzz of a teenager-filled food court. She blinked as she adjusted her eyes from the bar’s dark ambiance to the mall’s fluorescent glow. She was Cassy again.

She was eating a hamburger with Susan, more precisely, she was watching Susan eat a hamburger while sipping on the diet cola that the meal came with. “I still don’t see how you can eat that greasy crap,” Lilly’s mouth said.

That was all she had time to process before the hormones racing through her daughter’s body hit her. She slammed the cup on the table and grabbed the front of her seat with her left hand. Pretending to adjust her seat, Lilly leaned back and rubbed her pussy up and down her arm. How was her daughter not constantly masturbating?

“You okay, girl?” Susan asked.

“Yeah, I’s fine,” Lilly slurred. “Oh my gawd, like am I drunk?”

Susan giggled. “You should be after all that rum I put in there. Stop hogging it.” Susan took the drink back and took a huge sip.

Her daughter was drunk in public. How had Lilly not taken over for that? Well, considering she herself spent more time drunk at home than sober, Lilly realized she didn’t actually care. It was all in the process of growing up.

If she wasn’t here to prevent her daughter from getting drunk, why was she here? It obviously wasn’t to prevent her daughter from masturbating in public. She was failing at that as well. Her left hand had let go of the chair and snaked its way up the short skirt she’d tried on earlier (apparently her daughter had bought it). Her finger slowly slid up and down her thong covered snatch.

Two boys from across the food court made their way over to Lilly and Susan’s table. The pulled out the extra chairs and sat down. Lilly reluctantly pulled her hand out of her skirt and sat up straight, presenting her chest for viewing.

“Hey,” one of them said. They were roughly the same age as most of the boys in the bar Lilly’s body was in, which made them older than Cassy, but still too young for Lilly.

“Hey, yourself,” Susan giggled.

The hormones racing through her daughters body responded to the pheromones of the muscular boys. Lilly wanted to fuck them like she’d never fucked before. Fuck that she was married. Fuck that she was in her daughters body. No! This is why she was in control. This was her challenge. This is where her daughter would fail.

The four of them sat in silence. The boys alternatively looking at Susan, then at Cassy’s tits. Just sit here. Say nothing. What would her daughter do? What did the boys want to do? Whatever it was, Lilly decided the best thing to do would to get out of there.

Standing up from the table, the boys’ eyes followed her chest. “I uhhh, need to get home,” Lilly said. Susan looked at her in surprise.

“Need a ride?” one of the boys asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Lilly responded without thinking. Wait no she didn’t.... Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the darkness of the bar. Even though her body had never moved, her mind told her eyes to adjust to the bright lights of the food court before realizing she was back where she belonged.

Like her eyes, Lilly’s mind needed a second or two to catch up with what happened. What decision had she made for her daughter? She had tried to get out of the situation and wound up getting a ride home from some strange guys. She’d gotten her daughter picked up at the mall. It made perfect sense, Lilly herself went out every night to get picked up by guys at bars. After all, that’s why she insisted she and Amber come to this place.

Her husband hadn’t satisfied her in years, not since Cassy was really young. Not that she could expect him to, with his less than average dick. She shuddered as she remembered him slapping his fatty stomach and proudly proclaiming that it’s not the size but the motion in the ocean that counted. That wouldn’t have bothered Lilly if he hadn’t resembled the USS Minnow, small and soon to crash. She didn’t go so far as to cheat on Mark, but she didn’t feel some heavy petting and free drinks had to be out of the question.

No, she was being affected again. Amber dragged her here. It was her choice because she liked the younger men, not that Lilly could blame her, they were a lot more fun. Stop it! She didn’t go chasing after boys barely older than her daughter. She didn’t have to, they willingly came to her, like that last boy. What had she done? She’d been so rude.

Lilly glanced up and saw him head down the hall towards the restrooms. Leaving her martini half drunk on the counter, she bounded through the bar and down the hall after him. The height of her heels caused her chest to bounce, which caused more eyes to follow her through the early evening crowd. Lilly loved it.

The boy she was chasing down was just about to step through the door when she called out to him. “Wait!”

He turned around and Lilly crashed into him, her weight pushing the two of them off balanced through the door. Lilly braced herself for the fall, which never came. The low vibrations of a moving car buzzed through her daughter’s hormone crazed body.

When would this stop? It was getting too hard to do anything. She couldn’t make any sort of decision now. No matter who she was, she was too drunk and horny to think clearly. Had she been making the right decisions for her daughter? Possibly, she hadn’t made her do anything she wouldn’t have done herself.

She could feel the boy in the back seat’s eyes on her daughter’s large tits. Cassy’s sexy outfit was as revealing as anything she herself would wear. She’d picked out a rather nice one Lilly thought. Great decision there.

Sure, she’d made her daughter cheat on one of her tests, but like mother like daughter, both of them were dependant on their bodies to do anything in life, nothing wrong with that choice. Lilly had always thought school was a waste of time. Now, she was being taken somewhere by two cute boys who couldn’t have picked up a hotter piece of ass unless they’d gotten Lilly herself. And her daughter had thought making decisions was hard.

But still, something seemed off. There was a nagging feeling in her mind that she should be home, reading a book while her daughter, Casandra, studied and her loving husband relaxed on the sofa next to her. That wasn’t it though. Lilly wouldn’t pick up a book, she might chip one of her expensively manicured nails. She didn’t think she’d ever seen Cassy hold a textbook. Lastly, her limp dick husband couldn’t satisfy her even if she’d let him try.

The problem was she was horny as fuck. She was here as her daughter because she had to make a decision. Having no clue as to what was going on in the car around her, Lilly was at a loss as to what she was supposed to decide. Was it drugs? Cassy was still a bit young for drugs, wasn’t she? Fuck it Lilly thought, I just need to do something.

Reaching over, she unzipped the boy’s pants next to her and fished his cock out. He let out a startled noise. Ignoring him, Lilly opened her mouth wide and leaned forward. She readied herself to take him in her mouth when her head smacked into a hard body and she went crashing to the ground.

Not fair! she cried in her mind. Her little slut of a daughter was on her way to being fucked in a car right now and where was she? In some bar bathroom? There was a stunned boy on the floor. It came back to Lilly, the playing hard to get so she could chase him into the bathroom, where she could lock the door and have her way with him.

She undid the boy’s pants and pulled his member out. At times like these, Lilly was glad she did’nt wear underwear. She pulled her top off, exposing her large rack. In her youth, they’d been natural, but years and child birth had taken their toll and now her orbs stood off her chest in inorganic glory. It was the one thing she knew for sure she’d gotten from her loser husband. Lilly had told him Cassy was his, but truth be told, she didn’t know.

Cassy could have been anyone’s. Well, not the kid she was riding now. He pounded up into her as she rocked back and forth on top of him. He was too young. Lilly shook as a small orgasm over took her. God she loved young boys.

His inexperienced hands clumsily roamed her surgically enhanced body. His technique was severely lacking, but he had the drive and stamina that Lilly craved. She leaned forward and he power thrusted up into her. She could feel it coming. Thoughts of such a young boy barely old enough to vote pounding her, using her sent her over the edge and she screamed as she came. Her orgasm sent him over and he came inside of her. Lilly was glad she’d tied her tubes off when she’d gotten her new tits.

“Wow,” the boy said.

“Mmmm, yeah.”

“We’re, umm, having a party back at the house, you know, if you want to come?”

Lilly cleaned her inner thigh off and looked at the boy. “What’re you doing here then?”

“Pete, my friend at the bar, he and I were sent to get some women.”

Putting her top back on as the boy got up and pulled his pants up, Lilly smiled at him. “I’m all the woman you boys will need. Let’s go.”

Turning, she led the boy out of the bathroom. His friend Pete was at the bar getting nowhere with some fake titted skank (not that Lilly had room to talk). Sliding in between the slut and frat kid, Lilly said, “Why don’t you ditch this floozy and I’ll make you and your friend real men tonight?” She ran her finger up and down his well toned chest.

“Damn!” Pete laughed and looked over at the boy Lilly had used in the bathroom.

“Hey!” the other girl cried.

“Sorry, bitch. You snooze, you lose. Come on, stud.”

The two boys lead Lilly out of the bar and stuffed her in their car. She insisted Pete ride in the back with her since he hadn’t had his turn yet. As the boy whose name she’d never learned drove them to the frat house, Lilly played out the scene she could only imagine she’d set in motion for her daughter.

Having the ability to make decisions for her daughter was the greatest. Lilly doubted Cassy would have blossomed into the slut she was on her own. A mother really did know best.

When the three finally walked into the frat house, the party was well under way. A young girl swayed topless in the living room while a crowd of boys cheered her on. Lilly smiled as she recognized Cassy. Lilly could see she still had a thing or two to show her daughter.

Mark pulled the patrol car up to the curb outside the Omega Chi house. Another weekend, another party, and yet another disturbance call. When would these retarded frat boys grow up? Probably never. It was an unending cycle of horny boys out on their own for the first time. Mark remembered his frat days.

Back then, he would have slid out of the car, but having a job where he sat around and pretty much ate donuts all day, Mark now had to roll out of the cruiser. The car raised up off the ground as his weight lifted off of it. He huffed his way up to the door and pounded on it.

“You’re going to have to bang louder than that to get them to hear you in there,” a man standing on the porch said.

Mark glanced at the man. He was completely unremarkable in every way. He was definitely too old to be a student, but he could have been anywhere from his late twenties to early forties. He had a completely average and forgettable face. There was nothing remarkable about his dress or the way he carried himself that would have left a lingering impression longer than the time it would take him to walk away.

“Hmph,” Mark said and banged on the door with all his weight. Being that fat did have one advantage.

“Hey Mark,” the man said. “Tell Lilly she doesn’t have to make anymore decisions for as long as she lives. Tell her to just go with the flow.”

Mark whipped his head towards the stranger. How did he know his name? How did he know his wife’s name? Mark opened his mouth to ask, when the door in front of him swung open. Instinctively, Mark turned towards it. When he turned back, the man was gone.

“Who ordered the male stripper?” the kid holding the door open laughed, yelling at his friends inside.

“Campus security, dickwad.”

“No shit, fat-ass.”

Just then, a woman screamed inside the house. “What the hell was that?” Mark asked and pushed his way past the kid. He headed into the living room, the source of the scream. His heart missed a beat when he saw what was going on.

His wife was being fucked from behind while she sucked on another boy’s cock. Next to her on the couch, his daughter was being penetrated in all three holes while guys waited for their turn around her. Lilly let the dick in her mouth pop out and let out another blood curdling scream as she came.

“Lilly! Cassy!”

Lilly looked up at him. “Shit, Mark,” she panted in rhythm with the thrusts of the kid behind her. “I don’t bother you at work. If you fucking leave now, I’ll fuck you when I get home.”

Mark worked his mouth opened and closed. Shame burned in his cheeks. His wife and daughter were.... Then he realized what she’d said. She’d fuck him! He didn’t have to just masturbate while looking at a picture of her. He could have the real thing.

Turning, he hurried out of the house, ignoring the remarks and laughs that he got as he waddled out. Through it all he failed to hear Lilly add, “Just don’t wait up though.”