The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hhhhggglllmmm … hhhrrrkkk!!! … ggglllkkk, ggglllkkk, ggglllkkk … ssslllppp … ggaaaHHH!!!” Emily looked up earnestly at her sexy brother Jack as she pulled her flushed, sweaty face off of his hard cock, drool running messily down her chin and out of the corners of her mouth. “Haaaahhh … Jack, do I have to go back to school today? I’d rather be here with you … be your special helper, like you saOOWWWW!!!!”

A red welt started to spread right across Emily’s surprised face, right where Jack had just slapped her. “Did I say,” Jack asked softly, “that you could stop sucking my dick, you stupid cunt? Especially since I was so close to …. yes, like that, you amazing little bitch, yesssss, mmmmm …”

Sorry, Jack, Emily tried to say … except with her brother’s cock shoved down her throat and his balls slapping up against her wet chin, the words came out more like Sssnnnkkk jjjgggnnhh … ggglllkkk, gggnnnkkk, hHHRRRKK!!!So Emily relaxed her throat, just a like good slut should, trying to take all of Jack’s length as he fucked her face … but Jack’s dick was pretty big, after all. Big, and thick. Trying to deepthroat him without choking a little—okay, a lot—wasn’t exactly easy.

But Emily was sure eager to try anyway.

Suffice to say that the rest of the evening—and the following wee hours of the morning—hadn’t gone preciselythe way Emily had expected. Oh, the beginning certainly had gone the way she wanted, with Jack—that was for sure. Fucking him that first time after he’d come to her bedroom had been like a dream come true for her. After that, though … somehow, her night of depraved debauchery with her brother had been way less about what Emily wanted, and a lot more about what Jack wanted instead. Not that Emily particularly minded. Because whatever kinky desire Jack had

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was always something Emily really secretly wanted, too.

And if anything, something that had taken Emily by surprise were how deliciously perverse some of Jack’s desires were. Before she’d gone away on her little trip to Vegas … most of the times she’d been lucky enough to be with Jack, ever since her conditioning had begun … he’d been, well, not

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boring, but … conventional, Emily guessed. Not that conventional was bad, not in the slightest—after all, it meant that she was lucky enough to be having mind-blowing sex with her sexy brother Jack, which was fucking incredible—but for the most part, he’d just wanted to fuck her either missionary or doggystyle, with her riding him cowgirl every once in a long while. He neverwent down on her, and if she was lucky enough to get to suck his yummy dick, it was usually just a warm-up for the aforementioned missionary or doggystyle couplings. And the only time Jack had bothered to pleasure her tight little asshole was when he’d wanted to pop her anal cherry, back on that night when Donna had lost her stupid headphones. It had always been Jack just loving to fuck Emily’s sweet pussy, giving her a nice, hard, deep dicking every time that made her want to scream in ecstasy, always making sure to fill up her wet, willing cunt with as much of his incestuous semen as he could. Emily

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didn’t really understand why, but she was okay with that.

After all, it always felt amazing when Jack came inside her hot pussy.

Now, though … Jack seemed to be more interested in some more, well, unusual things. Which excited Emily to no end. Jack—and the unbelievable stamina that he had from his own conditioning—had been fucking her in some delightfully dirty ways all night long. He’d plundered her ass twice with that beautiful cock of his, hard and good. He’d run downstairs to the kitchen to get a jar of honey, bring it back up to her bedroom so he could smear some all over her massive tits, and then suck them clean while fingering her to a powerful orgasm … and then he’d smeared even more on his rock hard dick before having her suck him off again. Even better, Jack had blindfolded her with a necktie at one point, and then made her sit in a chair, tying her ankles to its legs and shoving one of the massive vibrators their mother had bought from the Pleasure Treasure against her sopping cunt, ordering her not to cum …

… Emily wasn’t sure how long she’d lasted, but she guessed it was somewhere between a half-hour and forty-five minutes before she’d practically shaken the chair to pieces, drenched in sweat and screaming in shameless ecstasy as she couldn’t hold back anymore, a viciously fantastic orgasm ripping through her as her exploding pussy gushed everywhere like a raging flood. Jack had made her clean up her slutty juices off the chair and the floor with her tongue, of course, for making such a mess … but he’d still been impressed with how long she’d managed to resist cumming.

That explains a lot, Jack had murmured admiringly, untying Emily’s makeshift blindfold even as she still was shivering from the aftermath of her lusty climax. I really underestimated you … guess I shouldn’t have used Mom and Charlotte for my threshold tests, huh?

Is that bad, Jack? Emily had asked uncertainly. I don’t know what you’re talking about …

Not at all, sis.He’d held the wet, shiny bulbous end of the giant vibrator right in front of Emily’s face, making her lick it clean of all of her cuntcream before untying her ankles as well. Some of the programming challenges lately … they just make more sense now, that’s all. I think if I’d used you from the get-go … maybe Donna, too … things would’ve gone a lot more smoothly, that’s all.

Oh, okay … that’s a good thing, right, Jack?

It’s a great thing, Emily. Really great. So great, in fact, that you can have a yummy reward …

And so, here Emily was, with her yummy reward for being such a good slut, Jack’s cock sliding wetly between her lips as she knelt down on the floor in front of him. Her hands were clasped behind her back as her pretty face bobbed enthusiastically between her brother’s legs, her blue eyes gazing up at Jack as he sat on the edge of her bed, gritting his teeth as she expertly pleasured him with her mouth. From the way that his hands were tightly gripping her rumpled sheets—and the way that his knuckles were turning ghostly white—Emily could tell that he was on the verge of cumming. Which delighted her to no end, as he’d insisted on shooting his jizz all over her face when she’d blown him earlier that evening. She didn’t mind that—not at all—but she was so looking forward to reminding Jack that good sluts swallowed.

And, of course, Jack’s cum was delicious.

“Mmmmm … right there, Emily, that’s right … ahhhhhh!!!” Jack cried out, groaning with lewd satisfaction as he finally unloaded himself in Emily’s hot mouth, splashing what felt like a river of his creamy seed all over the back of her tongue and her tonsils. Greedily, she gulped down as much of it as she could, thoroughly enjoying the sweet-yet-salty taste of his sperm as it slithered thickly down her throat. She loved the way she could feel the underside of his shaft throbbing against her tongue as he orgasmed, driving her wild, making her pussy all sorts of slippery wet with desire as she swallowed jet after sinful jet of her brother’s sweet release. She’d always loved sucking dick—if anything, her enthusiasm for it had given her something of a slightly unsavory reputation during her sophomore year at Patriot High, where there was an infamous incident involving most of the boys’ soccer team that was kind of embarrassing to Emily—but with Jack, it was so much better. Emily couldn’t get enough of giving her sexy brother blowjob after wet, sloppy blowjob … it was almost as good as getting fucked by him …

… well, almost.

“See?” Jack said affably, as he finally slid his spent cock out of Emily’s mouth. “I always told you that you suck dick better than Mom. You’re great at it, Em.” Gently, he took his slutty sister by the arm, and helped her up off her knees and onto the bed next to him. “Although I think you need to watch Samantha suck my cock sometime. She could probably teach you a new trick or two … what were you saying before, anyway? Something about not going to school?”

“Yeah … that.” Emily sighed, resting her head on Jack’s shoulder as she sat by his side. “I know you have, like, important things and junk to do today … and it’s probably not like we could keep fucking all day anyway. Though, like, I totally would, if you wanted to.” She rolled over onto her stomach, propping up her chin in her hands as she looked adoringly at Jack. “But you said I could be your special helper, so, um … I thought I could stay in the basement with you today. Take notes, help put headphones in boxes or something … maybe suck your cock some more.” Emily blew softly on Jack’s spent cock, tickling it with her warm breath … and was delighted to see it already stirring and growing hard once more.

“Mmmmm … sounds tempting.” Jack reached over to Emily, giving her bare shoulder a warm caress with his hand. “But honestly, I need you at the school right now … and I do mean need you. I don’t give a shit if you go to your worthless classes or not, but there’s a lot of things—important things, to me—that are happening at good old Patriot High. And I need to know that those things are being done properly first, before you can spend more time downstairs with me. Understand?”

Emily nodded.

“I need you to be my eyes and ears, Emily. Tell me everything that’s going on at school … and I mean everything. Even if you don’t think it’s all that important, if you see something out of the ordinary, you need to tell me. Understand?”

Emily nodded.

“Good slut.” Playfully, Jack tapped his naked sister on the nose with his finger, sending a shiver of depraved joy done her spine. “There’s a new pair of headphones waiting for you by the front door. They’re kind of like the ones you wore to Vegas. I’ll have the new firmware uploaded on them by the time you’re dressed and done with breakfast. You don’t have to listen to them for long, just a few minutes, but you need to do that as soon as you can. Understand?”

Emily nodded.

“Also …” Jack hesitated for a moment, drumming his fingers idly on the wooden nightstand next to Emily’s bed. “Yeah. I need you to go over to Kimmy’s house this morning. I have a present that I need delivered to her mom, and that can’t wait. You can make sure that she gets it, right?”

Emily nodded.

“Good. You can take Kimmy to school, then, when that’s done. Which means that you better not take Todd with you.” Jack made a sour face. “Todd’s getting a little too frisky with some of my newer sluts. So, that’s another way you can be my special helper. I need you to help keep your friends away from our little brother, until, well, I … I’ll make sure he understands, put it that way. You can do that, right?”

Emily nodded. Quite eagerly.

“And you might as well pick up Donna after that,” Jack added. “I know you do anyway sometimes, but you need to make sure to get her this morning, right? Because she’s your friend, and you’re my eyes and ears … and I need to make sure that the Mark Seven upgrade is working better now. Understand?”

Emily didn’t understand the last part of what her brother said in the slightest, but she understood the rest of it, so she smiled and nodded anyway.

“Good slut.” Jack kissed his sister affectionately on the top of her head, and then got up from the bed, yawning as he stretched his arms lazily above his head. “Wow. I need to get some coffee. Long day of work ahead of me today … and maybe another long night of fun, too. So you’ll do an extra good job for me as my special helper today, right? If you do, maybe we can spend another night together … and maybe we can invite one of your sexy friends to join us.”

Emily’s eyes shone with excitement. “Oh, that would be amazing, Jack … really?” she asked breathlessly. “I’ll be such a good helper for you today, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, I promise …”

“I know,” Jack replied. “Like I said, you’re a good slut. Now get dressed. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you, too.”

Sure do, Emily thought dreamily, as she watched her sexy brother Jack leave her room. The mere thought of school completely bored the shit out of her—after the past few days of blissfully nasty fucking she’d been getting, the idea of actually having to sit in some dopey classroom and listen to stupid teachers drone on about the cosine of a right angle, or who signed the Declaration of Independence … blecch. All she really wanted to think about was sex, and even then, Emily didn’t really want to think about it … she just wanted to get naked and have a hard, stiff cock pounding her pussy, preferably her brother Jack’s hard, stiff cock, and not think at all. She wanted to cum and sweat and scream and cum some more, and keep right on fucking like a wild mink in heat until she was ready to pass out … and then fuck some more. The whole notion of school seemed utterly pointless to Emily …

… except Jack wanted her—needed her—to be there.

Not Donna, or Samantha, or any of the other girls … her.

Just knowing that made Emily’s pussy tingle in a delightfully naughty way.

Reluctantly, Emily took a quick shower, cleaning herself up so she could look presentable—and awake—for school. She really didn’t give a shit anymore if she showed up at Patriot High looking like she’d been banging her hot brother all night long—in fact, she sort of wanted to—but she also knew what Jack wanted, and so

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a hot shower was in order. Toweling herself off when she was done, she went back to her room to get dressed—she knew exactly what Jack wanted her to wear, so that was easy—but as she started looking through her dresser drawers for just the right clothes, Emily found her eyes wandering to the floor-length mirror in her room that stood next to her dresser, fascinated by the sight of her own gloriously naked body.

My boobies got bigger again, Emily mused wonderingly. She guessed that they were probably double-Ds at this point, easy … as big as Mom’s. Maybe even bigger. She cupped her giant tits in her hands, jiggling them in her palms as she admired them in the mirror, loving how massive they looked on her lithe, lean body. She turned to and fro as she admired herself … and found herself suddenly wondering what she might look like when her belly started to grow and swell, too.

That … that probably won’t be, like, for another two months, Emily thought uncertainly. Probably three or four. Definitely four Maybe even five. She stared curiously down at her stomach. She thought she’d definitely look crazy hot when the first hint of a baby bump started to finally show, but whenever she started thinking about other things that she thought actually might be important—that she was actually going to be a mom, and that she might have to drop out of school, and how she was going to actually have to take care of a baby, a real baby, and

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she guessed that little things like that really weren’t all that important to worry about, anyway.

Emily pulled on a tattered pair of white super-short denim shorts, so short, in fact, that they really weren’t much more than a stripper’s g-string. Between how far up they rode on her pert asscheeks, and the little holes torn in the barely-there-to-begin-with denim fabric, they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially since she wasn’t wearing any panties under it. Along with the shorts, she put on a pink-and-white checkered flannel shirt, not bothering with a bra beneath it, taking care to roll up the sleeves before tying up the shirttails Daisy Duke-style. She knotted them together right under her huge tits, making sure to show off her bare, flat abdomen. Rummaging through her closet, Emily found a new pair of white leather cowboy boots—another present from Jack, she thought excitedly, as she slipped them on, no wonder I love him so much … he’s always so sweet to me …

Whistling a happy tune as she wore her new boots, Emily skipped down the stairs to grab a quick bite of breakfast, feeling rather pleased with herself. Everything had been

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perfect ever since she’d gotten home from Las Vegas, and even though she had to go back to stuffy old boring Patriot High … she thought her morning was just about perfect.

“Morning, Em.”

Or it hadbeen perfect, anyway.

Emily’s lip curled up in disdain. She didn’t bother replying to her little brother Todd, who was sitting at his usual spot at the kitchen table … completely naked. As was starting to be usual for him. Why the fuck does hewalk around the house naked all the time now? Emily found herself wondering, feeling annoyed. I mean, Mom and I do because

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we’re good sluts, and Jack does because

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he’s Jack, and he’s amazing … but Todd? Why?

Emily decided not to think about it. Just let me get something to eat, so I can get to school and leave him here …

“So … you and Jack were a little frisky in your room last night, huh?” Todd snickered, as Emily wandered towards the refrigerator. “I think I jacked it to you two doing it together at least twice, after Mom finally went to bed.”

“Ewww,” Emily said, rolling her eyes, not even looking at her little brother as she grabbed a glass and poured herself some orange juice. “God, that’s disgusting … stop being be so gross, huh? By the way, you’re going to have to figure out your own ride to school today. Jack wants me to drop off something at Kimmy’s house first. And then I have to go pick up Donna, so you can forget about catching a ride with me, you little perv. You’re not riding in my car with the three of us.”

“C’mon … please?” Todd asked earnestly. He got up from the table, not even trying to hide the raging erection shamelessly jutting out from between his legs. “I’ll be good, I swear … well, maybe I’ll be good with you, anyway. Kimmy’s kind of hot.” He laughed, and brazenly walked up right behind Emily as she closed the fridge, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Emily could also feel his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

“Not now, Todd,” Emily grumbled. “I have to do some stuff for Jack this morning, didn’t you hear me? I don’t have time for this nonsense.” She lifted her glass above her head, trying to delicately twirl out of her younger brother’s rough embrace … except she couldn’t. Todd wouldn’t let go.

If anything, Todd’s embrace grew tighter.

“Oh, come on,” Todd insisted, “I’ll have to walk all the way there by myself, if you don’t … I think Mom said she’s busy this morning, too.” One of his hands started sliding down between Emily’s legs. “And if you can’t drive me there, maybe you could, um, suck me off first … or maybe we could do something even better, finally …”

“Seriously, what is your problem?” Emily snapped. She wriggled and squirmed in Todd’s grasp, trying—and failing—to wrest herself away from her horny little brother. Orange juice spilled out of her glass as she vainly twisted about.

“Fuck, Em, why do you always have to be such a bitchy cunt?” Todd whined. “You’re a total fucking slut now anyway, you’re always spreading your legs for Jack, so I don’t see what the diff—”

SWICK!! SWICK!! SSWWIICCKK!!!!!

Todd howled like a wounded dog as a trio of crisp, precise cracks cut through the air. He let go of his startled sister, dropping into a crumpled heap onto the linoleum kitchen floor … and as Emily took a tentative step back away from the whimpering puddle that had been her annoyingly horny little brother, she saw her mother Chelsea standing right behind where Todd had been, an amused smile on her face. The older auburn-haired beauty was wearing just a black garter belt, along with a pair of black thigh-high stockings and matching black stiletto heels … but that was all. To Emily’s mild surprise, she noticed that her mother’s big, dark nipples had each been pierced with a slender golden ring … and that her belly button now was adorned with a slim gold-and-diamond pendant piercing it as well.

That, and her mother was casually twirling a rather large black leather riding crop between her fingers.

“Now, Todd,” Chelsea said chidingly to her younger son, as he lay writhing on the floor, “stop being mean to your sister, huh? No calling her a cunt unless you’re fucking her. And if you do, you better still be a nice enough of a brother to make her cum nice and good after you do.”

“Wha … what?” Todd bleated out, scrabbling around on the floor so he could stare up as his mother in wounded disbelief. “You … you can’t be serious, Mom! I didn’t do anything wrong, and I’ll call her a cu—”

SSWWIICCKK!!!!!

Todd yelped again—louder, this time—as the riding crop slashed down across his lower back.

“Manners,” Chelsea said simply. “I’m your mother, Todd, remember? And I want … you … to … listen.” Emily watched incredulously as her mom boldly stepped forward, reaching out with her riding crop … and as she ran the business end of that riding crop lightly up and down the length of Todd’s rapidly-shrinking cock. “Your sister and I may be sluts, but that’s still no excuse for you to be so fucking rude.”

“I … uhh … okay?” Todd asked. “I’m … I’m sorry, I guess? But I, uh, don’t understand, um … why, uhh ….” Emily covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh as she saw the baffled look of terror in her younger brother’s eyes. Not that she really blamed Todd, in some ways. Emily had gotten sort of used to the idea of her sexy mother being her gross little brother’s willing fucktoy, eagerly spreading her legs for him whenever he demanded it, letting him stick his dick in all of her hot fuckholes, doing all sorts of crazy, depraved things for him like a cheap, tawdry whore … this was different. She’d never seen this side of her mother before.

And Emily had to admit, it was really, really making her pussy tingle.

“Why? Because I say so, Todd,” Chelsea replied. She lifted up the riding crop, twirling it around in her fingers again, making Todd flinch nervously. “And more importantly, because Jack says so. I’ll be calling the principal’s office shortly—you’ll be staying home this morning. Not for the reasons you got to stay home with me the other week, before you get any fresh ideas, but because Jack needs to talk to you.”

“About what?” Todd asked, as he slowly got up from the floor, still staring warily at his mother. “Why?”

“About … things,” Chelsea said. “I think you’ve gotten to play a lot lately, because of your brother’s hard work—and because he’s been awfully nice to you—but now, you’re going to have to do a little work, too. If you want to continue having the sort of fun we’ve been having lately.” With a languorous sigh, Chelsea absently glanced downward at her feet, slowly running the tip of the riding crop up one of ankles to her inner thigh … then up her other ankle, to her other thigh … and then, with a crooked grin, she slowly began rubbing the handle of the crop against her bare, smooth slit. “You do want to keep having fun, don’t you?”

Todd nodded silently, swallowing hard. His cock had grown stiff as a flagpole.

“Upstairs, then,” Chelsea said, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. “Put some decent clothes on, and stop walking around my house naked. You’re my handsome boy, and I want you looking good for school, after Jack’s done talking with you … oh, by the way, you’ll have to figure out your own way of getting to school after that, though.” Lazily, she ran a finger in circles around one of her hard nipples, betting around the little golden ring that pierced it. “Jack wants me to, um, entertain someone very important downtown this morning. But if you do as you’re told—and if you’re a very good boy in school today—your English teacher, Miss Carter, wanted to talk to me about some of the assignments you haven’t handed in lately. She’s such a cute little thing … anyway, I invited her over here to discuss it over some coffee after dinner, and—”

Todd bolted out of the kitchen, disappearing out of sight in a flash. If Emily couldn’t hear her horny younger brother’s footsteps thundering up the stairs, she would’ve sworn he had turned invisible, or teleported.

“Well, that’s strange,” Chelsea said with a laugh. “I guess he’s embarrassed about being in trouble with Miss Carter, huh?”

Emily nodded, laughing as well. “That must be it, Mom.”

“As for you, Emily,” Chelsea said pleasantly, “welcome home, sweetie. You’re looking quite radiant this morning, I must say.” She gently placed the riding crop down on the kitchen table, her high heels clacking against the shiny kitchen floor as she walked over to Emily. She gave her daughter a warm, loving embrace, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips … although one of her hands slowly wandered downwards to give Emily’s pert asscheeks an inappropriate squeeze, and her kiss ended with a soft nibble of Emily’s lower lip, as she playfully tugged on it with her teeth.

“Thanks, Mom,” Emily said happily. “I had the best time on my trip.”

“Good.” Chelsea paused, looking like she wanted to say something else … but she didn’t. Instead, she stared dully at the floor for a long, long moment before finally shaking her head, her mane of curly auburn hair spilling about everywhere. “Sorry about that … I wanted to ask you something else, but I forgot what it was. On the tip of my tongue, but I can’t think of it now.” She shrugged. “That seems to be happening a lot lately.”

Emily nodded. “I know the feeling,” she said quietly. Which was true. It seemed like there was always so much she wanted to ask her mom over the past few weeks, so many things she wanted—needed—to tell her, but every time she tried

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it really didn’t matter anyway.

“It’s okay,” Chelsea said brightly. “I’ll remember later. After dinner tonight, for sure. We’ll talk. After Miss Carter comes over. We’ll have time then, I know it.” She sighed. “But meanwhile, you need to go to school today, huh?”

Emily made a face. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll make the best of it. I know Jack needs you there. He told me. Oh, and by the way,” Chelsea murmured in Emily’s ear, as she gave her daughter’s delectable ass another playful squeeze, “I hear congratulations are in order. You are one lucky, lucky girl … I’m so jealous of you … and so happy for you, too. And for Jack, of course.”

“I don’t—” Emily started … and then a naughty grin crept to her lips, as her mother glanced down towards her stomach, and then gave her a solemn, knowing wink. She knows, Emily thought excitedly, she knows that Jack knocked me up, and she thinks it’s

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just great, she’s so happy for me …

“Thanks, Mom,” Emily said happily. “It’s so fucking hot, I know … and I guess I can say the same to you, right? Congratulations?”

“Congratulations for what?” Chelsea replied, chuckling softly. “Is there something I should know about?”

“Umm—”

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“—no,” Emily said blithely. “Just that, um, I know, uh, that you’re making Jack so happy lately.”

“Really?” Chelsea beamed at her slutty daughter. “Did he tell you that?”

“Of—

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—course he did, Mom.”

Chelsea sighed happily. “Good.” She leaned forward, giving Emily a long, slow, sultry kiss, which her daughter eagerly returned. They stood there in the kitchen together, saying nothing, wantonly wrapped in each other’s embrace, their big, beautiful breasts pressed against each other as their tongues danced lewdly together.

“You’re the best sister,” Chelsea said, as she finally broke off her incestuous kiss with her slutty daughter, “that your brother Jack could have.”

“Thanks.” Emily blushed. “And you’re the best mom.”

“I know.” Chelsea giggled wickedly as she slipped her hand down the front of Emily’s barely-there shorts, making her daughter moan loudly as her wiggling fingers slid into Emily’s hot, slick honeypot. “We’re such a loving family.”