The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The farm around her seemed to extend for miles and miles. Julie, in an antiquated, long flowing dress, walked toward the barn. She cradled her swollen belly in her hands. The clouds glowed pink on the horizon, but she didn’t know if that was east or west. Was the day in its infancy or at its end?

A rhythmic sound of water splashing caught Julie’s attention. She wandered through the barn door. Not water, but milk. A farmgirl sat on a stool, milking a cow with bloated udders. The girl was dirty, with a lean build, and blond hair. She turned when she heard Julie’s footsteps.

“Are you lost, ma’am?” The farmgirl’s smile was warm and friendly.

“I don’t know. I can’t find home.” Julie looked around the barn. There was another cow, two horses, and some ducks softly quacking in the corner.

“Oh, you’re talking about the Palmer House. It’s up the road a way.” The farmgirl’s eyes knitted with concern. “But you don’t want to make your home there. You wouldn’t believe what Mr. Palmer did to his wife.” She turned back to her milking, still talking casually, as if engaged in neighborhood gossip. “There was a grand old clock at the top of the stairway. In a fury, he tore the thing open, removed its workings, and went searching for his pregnant wife.”

“I don’t think I want to hear anymore.” Julie shivered in the cold. She still didn’t know if it was dawn or dusk. The milk splashed rhythmically in the bucket.

“When he found the lady of the house, he sliced her right open and pulled her workings right out of her. Just like that. He then stuffed what he had of the clock inside her.” The farmgirl continued to squeeze the udders, not looking back at Julie. “But that’s not the worst of it. The man then took her workings up to that hollowed out clock and placed them neatly inside. And … somehow, the clock started right back up ticking again. That enraged Mr. Palmer something fierce, but even as they took him away, the clock struck the hour like it always did.”

“God help me.” Julie backed away from the girl, watching her blond hair shake slightly with her movements.

“Don’t you see?” The farmgirl kept on with her work as she talked. “God doesn’t want to help you. Mr. Palmer is the hand of God. You need to seek help from those wronged by Him. Not those doing terrible things.” The milk splashed in the bucket. Splish, splash, splish, splash.

Julie woke with a start. The rhythmic sound of milk flowing had somehow followed her out of her dream. She blinked her eyes in the dark. She lay on her back in bed, and someone was on top of her. Julie knew who it was. “Khadra,” Julie whispered. “I told you, not with George here.”

“Mmmmmppphhhh.” Khadra didn’t respond, she kept gulping down milk from Julie’s left boob.

“Ooohhhhhhh, Khadra.” Julie couldn’t help herself. She cupped the woman’s wavy hair and held her head to her breast. George snored just a foot away. This was too much. George would find out about everything if she couldn’t put a lid on the naked woman writhing on top of her. Oh, no. Julie realized that Khadra had forgotten her modesty. Julie could feel their skin to skin contact. The woman was so warm. Khadra’s thigh nudged in between Julie’s legs and rubbed up against Julie’s panties. “Aaaaaahhhhhh.” Julie sucked her breath in. The thigh rubbed and rubbed against Julie’s pussy.

Khadra lifted her mouth off Julie’s nipple. “I have never felt more safe than at your breast. Let me make you feel good, too.” She rocked her hips against the larger woman. From the sounds Julie made, she knew it was working. The pleasure consumed the rest of the world so completely that Khadra didn’t even care that her rocking motion might wake Julie’s husband. She placed her mouth on Julie’s right nipple, and drank some more.

“Ugh … ugh … ooohhhhhh.” Julie loved the pressure of Khadra’s breasts on Julie’s round belly. “Khadra … Khadra … you’re going to make me …” Julie’s hips writhed with Khadra’s. “It’s … good …” Julie bit down on her blanket and trembled out her climax. “Mmmmmmmppppphhhh.” When Julie was done, Khadra still moved on top of her, gulping milk. “We … have to … stop,” Julie whispered.

“Jules?” George rolled over. “What …?” Sleep wouldn’t quite leave him as he tried to pull himself awake.

Julie panicked. She pushed Khadra off her, so that the poor woman fell right out of bed on the floor with an audible “oof.” In the same move, Julie reached over and pushed her husband out of the other side of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud.

“Ow.” George rubbed his head. “What happened?” He sat up and looked at his wife in bed in the starlight.

“You must have had a nightmare, George. You jumped out of bed.” Julie looked at him with honest concern.

“I did?” George got to his feet and climbed back into bed. “I was having a nightmare.”

“Are you hurt?” Julie rubbed his shoulder.

“No, I’m fine.” George put his head on the pillow. “I’m just tired. I have more work in the basement tomorrow. Need to get some rest.” And within twenty seconds he snored again.

“Khadra?” Julie looked over the edge of her side of the bed. The dark naked woman hugged the cold floor. At least Khadra had the sense to stay hidden. “We need to talk,” Julie whispered. She slipped out of bed, pulled the woman to her feet, and led her out of the bedroom by the hand. She quietly closed the door behind them.

“I’m sorry.” Khadra stood naked in the hall, shivering. She looked up into to Julie’s eyes, but everything was dark. “I don’t know what came over me. I … just … need you.”

“Look, I understand.” Julie, naked but for her soaked panties, put her hands on Khadra’s shoulders and leaned forward to bring herself down to Khadra’s level. She was aware that her breasts now dangled out in the open. “But my marriage is sacrosanct. We have to respect George. If you need me, come wake me up and I’ll join you in your room.”

“What?” An unexpected smile crept over Khadra’s face. “Really?”

“Really.” Julie nodded. “Have you had enough milk for the night?”

“Could I have more, please?” Khadra wasn’t sure if she was being greedy.

“Of course.” Julie took her hand and led her into the guest room. “All you have to do is ask.”

The Andersons decided to fill their house for New Year’s Eve. They invited friends from church, school, and their old neighborhood. They didn’t expect to have such an expansive house again once they sold the mansion. So, New Year’s was as good a time as any for a big party.

“Should we be drinking champagne?” Madison stood with her back to a roaring fire in the home’s main living room, Brittney had an arm casually over Madison’s shoulder.

“It’s not expensive champagne. Just because we live in a mansion, doesn’t mean we’re rich.” Brittney had rosy cheeks, and a certain loss of inhibitions. It wasn’t her first sip of champagne that night.

“I just mean, I’m still three years away from twenty-one.” Madison looked at her plastic cup with its bubbling, golden liquid.

People milled around the room. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

“Come on, girl. You’ve got blue hair for heaven’s sake. Drink with me.” Brittney clanged her cup against Madison’s and took a sip.

“Mrs. Samatar.” Brittney smiled over at her girlfriend. “Come have a drink with me.”

“Happy New Year, Brittney.” Khadra walked over to the eighteen-year-old, gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek. “But no alcohol for me, thank you.”

“Are you …?” Brittney looked down at the woman’s long, formless dress. It was hard to tell if her belly was growing. But then again, she’d seen the woman naked plenty that week, and Khadra’s tummy seemed pretty flat.

“No, no. It’s prohibited by my religion.” Khadra continued to smile as she adjusted her hijab. She looked over at Brittney’s pretty friend. The girl was Brittney’s age, and seemed innocent enough. But Khadra couldn’t read people like she used to. She felt her face growing hot. It was such a short time ago that she’d never had a naughty thought, especially not about other women. Times had changed. “Is your mother around?”

“She’s over there.” Brittney pointed to the other side of the room, where Julie stood talking to Erin Haskins and her husband.

“Do you mind if I …?” Khadra felt so embarrassed asking for permission to leave a teenager. But there she was.

“Go ahead. Run along. We’ll catch up with you later.” Brittney smiled and waved to Khadra as the dark woman wove through the crowd.

“That was weird.” Madison frowned at the woman.

“Different cultures, I guess.” Brittney shrugged. Her smile widened as Daniel strode up to them, arm in arm with Penelope.

“Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?” Daniel casually took Brittney’s cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

“It does.” Penelope nodded, looking down at Daniel’s profile.

Brittney paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. “It does seem more prominent.”

“Um …” Madison couldn’t hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

“Five minutes to midnight,” someone in the crowd yelled.

“Hello, Madison.” Daniel looked over at Brittney’s friend, as she stood there awkwardly. “You don’t hear it?”

“Um … uh …” Madison wondered at the way Daniel’s sister-in-law looked at him. Penelope seemed to be just as infatuated with Daniel as Madison was. But that was impossible. “Um … well … hello.”

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Daniel dropped Penelope’s arm, handed his drink back to his sister, and reached a hand out to Madison. “Got a minute?” With each tick-tock the clock grew louder.

“Sure.” Madison blushed profusely, and took Daniel’s hand.

“I’ll be right back.” Daniel winked at his smirking sister and his frowning sister-in-law. He led Madison through the crowded room, out into the hall, and down the basement stairs. Mercifully, the basement was empty. The clock tick-tocked its way toward midnight somewhere in the house.

“What’s up, Danny?” Madison tried to sound casual as they sat next to each other on the sofa. She smoothed out the fancy dress she wore for the party.

“I think you’re beautiful, Madison.” Daniel put a hand on her thigh.

“Really?” Madison’s blush deepened.

There was a pause. “Well, what do you think of me?” Daniel rubbed her thigh gently. Confidence was so easy once acquired. Before the mansion, Daniel would have died in such a position.

“I think you’re cute.” Madison reprimanded herself. That wasn’t the right thing to say. “I mean, I like you.” No, that was too forward. “I mean, I saw your dick and …” Oh shit, that was really too forward.

“Don’t worry, I get it.” Daniel leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He brushed some of her blue hair off her forehead. He kissed her again just as the clock chimed midnight. He pulled back and looked into her blue eyes. “Do you hear that?”

“The clock? Yeah, it’s midnight.” Madison nodded. She realized she’d been holding in her breath. She let it out. The room buzzed around her. She hadn’t had that much champagne.

“Here’s to more kisses in the new year.” Daniel leaned in and darted his tongue into her mouth.

“Yyymmmm pppplllllttthh.” Madison put her hands on his shoulders. What a delight that he was such a good kisser. And that he was kind enough to look past her awkwardness. As the clock’s resonant chimes echoed through the house, Madison thought this was the best way to ring in the new year. The crowd cheered midnight up in the living room. She didn’t even push Daniel’s hand away when it cupped her left boob. The moment was so magical that as the clock finished its twelfth chime, she felt the vibrations from it continue, making the house swim around her. It was almost like they were lost in time.

“Oh, sorry.” George walked down the stairs and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. “I have to fix something in the laundry room.”

Daniel broke his kiss, but kept his hand on Madison’s handful of boob. “Dad? It’s New Year’s Eve. What the heck?”

“Sorry.” George scuffled by. “As you were.” He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

“Why is your dad fixing something in there now?” Madison was a little weirded out by the older man.

“He’s been obsessed with a valve in there for a while.” Daniel shrugged. “Where were we?” He kissed Madison again. He felt her tense this time, but she quickly relaxed.

Eloise stood in the shadows watching the lovebirds. Clearly the powers of the house had changed. She waxed and Frederick waned. The Andersons were truly a delight.

Madison and Daniel made out for about a half hour and the house continued to swim and vibrate around them. Both eighteen-year-olds chalked it up to endorphins, forgetting about George in the next room. Eventually, they pulled themselves away from each other and went back to the party, holding hands.

“Different cultures, I guess.” Brittney shrugged. Her smile widened as Daniel strode up to them, arm in arm with Penelope.

“Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?” Daniel casually took Brittney’s cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

“It does.” Penelope nodded, looking down at Daniel’s profile.

Brittney paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. “It does seem more prominent.”

“Um …” Madison couldn’t hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

“Five minutes to midnight,” someone in the crowd yelled.

“It’s almost midnight.” Daniel squeezed Penelope a little closer, he could feel her expanding belly on his side. “Is Brad around?” He scanned the room looking for his older brother.

“I think he was busy talking to one of his buddies.” Penelope nodded across the room.

“Good.” Daniel winked at his sister. “See you two in a little bit.” He smiled at Madison, who had the strangest look on her face. He led Penelope down the hall, past a few people laughing and talking by the stairs, and into the library. “I wanted to ring in the new year with you. I hope you don’t mind if you’re not kissing your husband at the stroke of twelve.”

“I don’t mind.” Penelope pulled up her dress, exposing some lacy panties she’d put on for Daniel earlier, hoping for that exact moment between them. “But I don’t want just a kiss.” She turned around, spread her legs, and stuck her butt back at her brother-in-law.

“You’re such a romantic, Pen.” Daniel was already painfully hard. He dropped his pants and boxers and stepped up behind her. “Such a nice ass.” He slapped at her alabaster ass-cheek.

“Ow. Thank you, Danny.” Penelope shivered. She felt him push her panties to the side and slide in. She was so wet for him. “Next year … ugh … I’m having your baby.”

“We should … ah … ah … start talking about names.” Daniel grabbed her hips and got into a good rhythm.

“Ooohhhhh. You want … to name … the baby?” Penelope marveled at how loud the clock was.

“It is … mine …” Daniel could hear the clock strike midnight. The muffled sound of the crowd cheering filtered in from the living room. The house swam around him as he pumped her harder. He leaned forward, grabbed her blond hair, and twisted her head sideways so he could give her the traditional midnight kiss.

“It is … yes.” And suddenly she was kissing Daniel over her shoulder, as the clock turned one year into the next. Last New Year’s, she’d mostly pitied Daniel. Now she pitied her husband. Brad was just a few rooms away, but he was a universe away in her mind. The world around her blurred as pleasure took hold of her body.

When the clock finished chiming, Daniel broke the kiss. He still felt the vibrations moving through the room. “You’re mine, Pen. But I’ll loan you to my brother.”

“Yes.” Penelope shuddered, her orgasm almost upon her. “The baby’s yours. I’m yours. Forever, Danny.”

Daniel still held her hair, but gave her a little slack as she came on his dick. He hoped she wasn’t being too loud. He didn’t want to alert any of the guests to their activities.

Behind the mating couple, Eloise looked on, rubbing her round belly. This would be the year. A warm bright smile spread across her pretty lips. The clock was almost worth it. Almost. She watched them copulate for a while longer and vanished right after Daniel emptied himself deep inside Penelope.

“Different cultures, I guess.” Brittney shrugged. Her smile widened as Daniel strode up to them, arm in arm with Penelope.

“Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?” Daniel casually took Brittney’s cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

“It does.” Penelope nodded, looking down at Daniel’s profile.

Brittney paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. “It does seem more prominent.”

“Um …” Madison couldn’t hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

“Five minutes to midnight,” someone in the crowd yelled.

“It’s almost midnight.” Brittney looked over at her brother and winked. “Keep the drink, Danny.” She took Madison’s hand and led her out of the room. “I want to show you something.” Brittney led Madison upstairs, giving her friend’s butt a little smack as Madison climbed ahead of Brittney.

“Jeez, Brittney.” Madison looked back at her friend and smiled. “Hands off the merchandise.”

“You saving yourself for my brother?” Brittney gave her butt another light smack as they crested the stairs. She pulled Madison playfully over to a sofa hiding in the shadows of the open living room. The sofa was positioned to look out a grand window, taking in the snowy fields around the house. A perfect spot.

“Don’t tease.” Madison sat down next to Brittney and put her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Obviously. You know I like him.” Madison had the strangest sense that something very good had already happened with Daniel, but couldn’t quite remember what it was.

“And what about me?” Brittney looked out over the moonlit snow. She put an arm around Madison’s narrow shoulders. The clock tick-tocked louder. It sounded like it was right behind them, but of course that wasn’t so.

“You’re my friend.” Madison’s shoulders tensed a little under Brittney’s arm. “I … um … I’m not into girls.” The clock ponderously struck midnight with deep, musical notes. Madison could hear the crowd cheering down in the living room. The house shook a little and moved … unnaturally. Was it actually moving?

“Kiss me, I might surprise you.” Brittney put her finger on Madison’s delicate chin and turned her pretty face toward Brittney’s waiting lips. As one year changed into a new one, she slipped her tongue into Madison’s mouth. For a horrifying second, Brittney thought Madison really wasn’t into girls, and she’d made a huge mistake. But the girl in her arms softened, her tongue became playful, and she kissed Brittney back.

“Mmmppphhhh.” Madison gave into the make-out session. She really had thought she wasn’t into girls, but Brittney quickly changed her mind. She even let Brittney’s hand snake its way up and cup Madison’s left boob. It felt so good.

Brittney broke the make-out session and kissed her way over to Madison’s ear. She nibbled on it and looked out at the snow. She could see a redheaded woman looking up at her from the cold outside. The woman was clearly pregnant and wearing a long, Victorian dress. Brittney waved down to Eloise as Madison squirmed and squealed at Brittney’s tongue in her ear. Eloise waved back to Brittney.

The teenagers made out for a while on the dark second floor, and then reluctantly, they made their way back down to the party.

“Different cultures, I guess.” Brittney shrugged. Her smile widened as Daniel strode up to them, arm in arm with Penelope.

“Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?” Daniel casually took Brittney’s cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

“It does.” Penelope nodded, looking down at Daniel’s profile.

Brittney paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. “It does seem more prominent.”

“Um …” Madison couldn’t hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

“Five minutes to midnight,” someone in the crowd yelled.

“Brittney, could I borrow you for a minute?” Daniel let go of Penelope’s arm and handed her Brittney’s champagne.

“Sure, what’s up?” Brittney took her brother’s hand.

“We’ll be back in a little bit.” Daniel winked at Penelope, who frowned at him. Madison had the strangest look on her face, like she was trying to remember something. They stood awkwardly together as Daniel led Brittney across the room. “I’ve got the perfect way to ring in the new year.”

“Okay.” Brittney gave her brother some leeway. He’d proven himself worthy of trust lately.

Daniel whispered in Brittney’s ear, and she nodded.

The twins stepped up to a circle of lively conversation. Julie smiled over at the twins. Khadra was there, too. As was Erin, her husband, and her son. Ted didn’t want to make eye contact with his ex-girlfriend, so he looked at his shoes. George stood next to his wife to complete the circle.

“Mrs. Samatar … Mrs. Haskins …?” Brittney smiled over at the women. “Could we borrow you for just a minute?”

“Dear?” Erin looked at her husband. She thought the request strange, but she wanted to be a polite guest.

“As long as you’re back for a midnight kiss.” Her husband smiled at Erin and patted her hand.

“Of course.” Erin kissed her husband on the cheek and walked off with Khadra and the twins.

The four of them left the living room, turned down the hall, and descended into the basement. Brittney and Daniel sat on the couch and patted the cushions.

“What’s going on?” Erin looked around the room uncertainly, and then sat on Daniel’s end of the sofa. Butterflies flapped in her stomach. But nothing was going to happen. Daniel wouldn’t do anything with his sweet sister and a houseguest right there.

Khadra sat next to Brittney. The tick-tock of the hidden clock seemed louder in there. Khadra lifted the hijab off her head and dropped it to the floor. It was odd showing her hair to Erin, but Khadra suspected that would be the least of what would happen in the basement that night.

“We thought there would be nothing better than to ring in the new year with our girlfriends.” Brittney admired Khadra’s beautiful black hair. She brushed her fingertips along the other woman’s soft, dark cheek.

“What did she just say?” Erin’s blood pressure rose. After what had happened with Daniel in the cabin, she supposed nothing should surprise her, but Brittney’s words certainly did.

“Shh. It’s almost time.” Daniel turned toward Erin and pressed his back up against his twin’s back. What a team. The clock struck midnight and Daniel kissed Erin on the lips.

Out of habit, Erin returned the teenager’s kiss, even as she could hear the crowd cheering the new year upstairs. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she thought of her husband with no one to kiss upstairs. But she didn’t stop. The house around her seemed to breathe in and out along with her. For a minute she forgot about the other woman and teenager on the couch, but then heard them kissing, too. What was happening?

The clock stopped chiming, and Brittney reached her hands up to Khadra’s heavy boobs. The dark woman moaned in response. The room swam around them.

“Oh, sorry.” George walked into the basement and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. “I have to fix something in the laundry room.” They were just some kids having fun after all, he envied them.

The four people on the couch stopped kissing and watched George move through the dimly lit room with wide eyes. All of them were convinced they’d been caught, but he never looked their way.

“Sorry.” George scuffled by. “As you were.” He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

“Shit.” Brittney looked over her shoulder at her brother and giggled. Her laughter caught on and pretty soon all four of them laughed at the silly middle-aged man that had just walked by the scandal of a lifetime. Still giggling, Brittney went back to kissing Khadra.

“You look so pretty tonight.” Daniel felt up Erin’s heavy, hanging boobs.

“Thank you, Daniel, but we should stop.” Erin looked around him as the two women made out on the other end of the couch. “My husband will be looking for me. And this feels more than a little odd.”

“You said the same thing in the cabin. Remember?” Daniel kissed the wife and mother again and she melted in his hands.

A little while later, the four of them were naked. They had all forgotten that George was in the next room, even though there was an occasional bang or clank as he worked on the plumbing.

Erin groaned as she rode Daniel’s big cock, her right knee pushing against Khadra’s left knee.

Khadra rubbed her vagina on Brittney’s left thigh, her hips rocking to the beat of some deeply recessed animalistic call.

“They should … ugh … kiss.” Daniel looked over at his twin with a dreamy smile.

“Yeah.” Brittney returned the smile. “Why don’t you … kiss each other?” When the women riding the twins didn’t do anything, she smacked Khadra’s wobbling butt. “Come on … Mrs. Haskins and Mrs. Samatar … do it.”

Eloise stood by the door to the laundry room, making sure George wouldn’t interrupt the devolving situation in the basement. She smiled and rubbed her belly. The twins were made for this. The dam created by a millennia of patriarchal rules had burst. And lust flooded out.

“Really?” Khadra looked over at the attractive, sweaty woman as she bounced on Daniel’s lap. Erin’s great, pale breasts flopped with every leap her vagina took on that bloated penis. Khadra leaned toward Erin, her hips still grinding her vagina into Brittney’s trim thigh.

“Oh, gosh. I never thought …” Erin let the beautiful, dark woman kiss her. It was such a soft, understanding touch of lips and tongue. They kissed some more and Erin, now grinding the penis deep inside her, let her tongue explore Khadra’s mouth. Making out with a woman was wholly unlike kissing Daniel. Erin felt urgency and aggression from her skinny boyfriend. But with Khandra, it was patience and relish. “Mmmppphhh.” Erin was going to have an orgasm. A big one. While doing the most depraved things.

“Gggggpppphhhhh.” Khadra had now kissed three women in that house. And one of them was somehow her girlfriend. She gave herself over to insanity, ready to climax.

“Who … ugh … would have thought … Brit?” Daniel looked over at his sister past four dangling boobs. He took her hand in his and squeezed.

“We’re … unstoppable, Danny.” Brittney squeezed back. She almost laughed at all the boob jiggling between her and Daniel, but she was too close to her own orgasm.

“I’m … about to … cum.” Daniel pushed his hips up into the grinding woman.

“Cum … Danny … cum …” Brittney’s head jerked as an electric orgasm hit her.

The four of them climaxed together on the basement couch as Eloise looked on.

After a few minutes, they slowly dressed and made their way back to the party. Erin hoped her husband was drunk enough not to notice how sweaty and disheveled she was. She’d have to make it up to him later for not being there to kiss him at midnight.

“Different cultures, I guess.” Brittney shrugged. Her smile widened as Daniel strode up to them, arm in arm with Penelope.

“Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?” Daniel casually took Brittney’s cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

“It does.” Penelope nodded, looking down at Daniel’s profile.

Brittney paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. “It does seem more prominent.”

“Um …” Madison couldn’t hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

“Five minutes to midnight,” someone in the crowd yelled.

“Already?” Daniel let go of Penelope’s arm and handed his sister’s drink back to Brittney. “I’ve got to go talk to Mom before midnight. I’ll be back.” He winked at Brittney, who winked back. Madison and Penelope frowned at him as he walked off through the crowd.

“Mom?” Daniel found Julie having a lively discussion with a bunch of people, including Erin, her husband, and Erin’s son, Ted, who had tried to rat out Daniel to Brittney. Ted looked down at his shoes.

“What is it, pumpkin?” Julie gave Daniel a quizzical look.

“Can we talk?” Daniel offered her a small smile.

“Yes, of course.” Julie took Daniel’s hand and led him out of the room. Daniel seemed like he needed her urgently, so she led him down the hall, past the library and into the den. She flipped on the light and closed the door behind them. “What is it, Danny?”

“It’s almost midnight, Mom.” Daniel stepped closer to her and put his arms around her shapely body. Her growing belly pressed into him. He let his hands drop to her perfect ass. “And there’s no one I’d rather kiss to ring in the new year.”

“You’re so sweet, pumpkin.” Julie put her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. The floral smell of his shampoo filled her nose. “But maybe I should still kiss your father at midnight. It’s tradition.” She didn’t move. The tick-tock of that great clock echoed through the house.

“Dad’s dumb. Stay with me.” He squeezed her butt, taking big handfuls of each cheek through her dress.

“Yes, your father is a bit dumb. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.” Julie sighed. “But still, maybe I should go back—” She was interrupted by the chiming of the clock. The spartan den shook, and vibrated with each sonorous peal, almost like it wasn’t really there at all.

“Too late, Mom.” Daniel turned his face to hers and found her lips with his. Mother and son stood pressed together, as the house swooned around them. In the distance, they could hear the crowd cheering in the living room.

Midnight passed, and they still stood with their lips locked. Neither noticed the Victorian woman sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room.

“Go on,” Eloise whispered.

Julie broke the kiss. “We have to get back to the party.” She put her finger on Daniel’s handsome chin. “Don’t look so dejected. What kind of mother would I be if I left you high and dry? Do you think you can finish quickly?”

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded eagerly.

“Good boy.” Julie turned, lifted her dress, and put her hands against the wall. “Do you want my pussy or my butt, sweetie?”

“Those are some fancy panties. Are they for Dad?” Daniel dropped his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her. He admired the expanse of her ass clad in some lacy red panties.

“I wore them for you, Danny. I thought something like this might happen. Do you like them?” Julie noticed Eloise sitting and watching them. She didn’t say anything about it to Daniel. It seemed almost natural to have that redheaded phantom in the room at a special moment like New Year’s.

“I love them.” Daniel pulled her panties down to Julie’s knees. “How about I take your pussy and then your butt?” Daniel rubbed the purplish head of his dick against her pussy lips.

“Whatever you want. But we have to be quick, okay. People will … aaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” Julie convulsed. Her son had only just slid his penis into her and she was already climaxing.

“This is the year you’re gonna have my baby, Mom.” Daniel dug his fingers into her hips and got into a good rhythm.

“Yeeeessssssss.” Julie came out of her orgasm, pleasure tingling all over her body.

“And Dad thinks it’s his.” Daniel looked over at her wedding ring pressed up against the wall. Whatever those diamonds had symbolized when George had first put them on her finger had crumbled almost completely. “But it’s not his baby.”

“No … not his … uh … uh … you’re going to be … a father …” Julie arched her back for him. “You’re only eighteen … but you’re … growing our family … Danny.” The rhythmic slap of her wide butt against his narrow hips filled the room.

“This is the year of … ah … ah … ah … babies.” Daniel was really getting into it. He noticed Eloise for the first time sitting in the armchair. The redheaded matron smiled encouragement at him. He smiled back. “I don’t want to … use those condoms, Mom. Not with … anyone.”

“Oh, gosh.” Julie had a hard time denying that she wanted him to spread his seed.

“I’m going to knock up everyone.”

“Not … everyone.” Julie trembled, another climax on the way. “Not … your sister.”

“Brittney wants it, Mom. Don’t … ugh … you want our family … to grow more?”

“Oh … yeeessssssssss.” The orgasm seized Julie. Her mind spiraled away from her. When she came back down from the clouds, her son’s monstrous cock was in her ass.

“I’m going to … breed … Brittney … too.” Daniel’s hips fell out of rhythm. His mom had asked him to be quick, and all the talk about babies had really pushed him toward the edge. “Tell me you want me to put a baby in her. This is the year of babies, Mom.”

“Yes … ugh … ugh …” Julie grunted like a hog. Her son was so deep in her guts. “The year of … ugh … babies. Put … a baby … ooohhhhh … in your sister.”

“Cummmminnnngggg.” Daniel let out a series of soft grunts and unloaded in his mom’s ass.

Eloise clapped her hands in excitement and faded away.

It took several minutes before Daniel could bring himself to pull out. “Wow. That was perfect.”

“Yes …” Julie still panted. “It was.” She automatically turned, got to her knees, and cleaned him off with her tongue. It didn’t bother her in the least that that huge thing had just been in her ass. How strange.

“Did you mean it?” Daniel reached down and gently caressed her pretty face as she finished up his cleaning. “Can Brittney and I …?”

“Oh, Danny.” Julie gave his penis one last kiss and pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking his thing away under his waistband. “I just can’t say no to you.” She stood up and straightened out her panties and dropped her dress down over her legs. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Thanks, Mom.” Daniel leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He knew when she said that it was as good as yes. “You’re the best mom ever.”

“And don’t forget it.” Julie slapped his scrawny butt and moved him toward the door. “Now let’s get back to our party.” Julie shivered as she thought about being a good hostess with a gallon of her son’s cum up her ass. They walked out into the hall and rejoined the party.