The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Her mother had repeatedly cried, “She always wanted to be a movie star”, over and over. So it is what I’m naming this short story—the legacy and circumstances that surrounded the ‘move star’. And from what I have already seen, she was certainly in many movies.

Porn movies!

Leslie Ann Duncan, Leslie Ann to her father and just Leslie to everyone else, smiled through my monitor before closing her eyes and throwing her head back in what came across as ecstasy. The skinny brunette between her spread legs increased the tempo as her big toe shoved in and out of Leslie’s asshole.

You see, Leslie, loving daughter to Carol and Bill Duncan, is a premier actress in the adult entertainment industry within North America. In fact, her speciality was ‘anal lesbian’ movies. The man at the adult store smiled proudly when he related some of the scenes that Leslie has won awards for. I also learned that she never, and I mean religiously ever, fucks or sucks a man—on screen.

With the Duncan’s expense money I had purchased a dozen of their daughters top selling videos, on DVD. This was the third one that I’ve seen so far. It seemed sacrilegious that I endorsed Leslie’s porn career by using their money—though I only increased my spending so it couldn’t have bothered me too much. I also purchased over thirty magazines, of various types, with pictorials of their daughter. I’ve purchased memberships to five online adult sites that had a section with Leslie’s photos upon it. I padded my expense sheet with notes about ‘research’.

Leslie’s body began to vibrate as the toe worked within her anus, bringing her to a very believable orgasm. ‘Believable’ because many adult movies that I’ve seen, in my earlier years of course, the ladies often looked bored or they could not even act out a moan of ecstasy—they were often there simply to be a pretty thing for the screen.

Over a week ago, Bill had called me with a request to hire my services. I’m a private investigator, in the truest sense. I worked contract out of an office from my home—an apartment actually. Bill’s voice mail had immediately caught my attention, he offered me more money per day on that first call than I get in a week of work. I’m such a bastard, I negotiated a few dollars more out of him. I think he can afford it though—after meeting him and the Misses the next day.

After listening to them, I took the case immediately. Dumping the divorce case I was working on at the time. It was a no win situation, for the Duncan’s I mean, and a very profitable win for me. There was no way that I could conceive to get what they wanted, and I’m sure to be able to string them out for several weeks.

I’ve a trip to Costa Rica planned after they pull my contract—and the longer I can hold onto their purse strings the longer I can work on my tan later!

Leslie was attractive, doesn’t she have to be to become popular in porn, but not in the same league as some of her counterparts. She stood out in a crowd of attractive women that wanted fame and fortune by spreading their legs for the camera by being ‘real’. I’m serious. Even after talking to her grieving mother, disillusioned father and then sitting in her teenage room—I was addicted to those erotic scenes that she performed for the camera.

She was wonderful, Leslie Ann, wore very little makeup, wore sexy but conservative clothing, was just on the other side of thirty years old. I think it was perhaps because she could be your friend from school or a neighbour or even your sister. She was ‘real’.

Then again, maybe it was her loud and wonderful orgasms. The first I saw made me speechless, it couldn’t have been fake I told myself over and over. No one could control that many muscles while sweating... and the animal noises of bliss from her...!

In some of the articles her co-actresses that mentioned her, spoke very highly. ‘Polite’, ‘courteous’, ‘genuine’ and ‘wonderful’ kept on popping up. I originally wondered if it was because she was unattainable for men, being ‘religiously a cunt-slut’, as one of her promo claimed, but didn’t believe it—as there other lesbians in the industry that were not near as popular. Others mentioned that her ass hole was like a sucking mouth, and seemed to be the primary erogenous zone of the actress. Her co-stars claimed that the way to Leslie’s orgasms were through her asshole.

In the single article I could find, I found it online actually, that interviewed Leslie directly and was very interesting. It was one statement in particular—after she acknowledged that she had many boyfriends in and after high school, that she revealed that, “There is only one cock that I am willing to enjoy now.” She wouldn’t reveal who that cock belonged too, or if she was actively using it.

I’m Tony by the way—don’t let your name fool you, I’m third generation Japanese. Though, much to my grandfathers disgust, I don’t have any of the honourable practises that he and my father live by. Nope, there is only one person protecting me and that is me!

Being beat up in school because my skin was a different colour than the other boys—or not being able to go to college, even with great marks, because my parents did not have the move ... it all contributed to I am.

I saw Leslie close her mailbox and sort through the mail that she had just received and so I approached her. “Leslie Ann?” I had slipped into her ‘high security’, very exclusive, downtown condo with ease to await her.

She looked up surprised, “No one calls me by that anymore ... except my father and my cousin.” Damn she was smiling—and I had to admit, she was more beautiful in person than on the screen. I would never have guessed it.

“In fact, your father hired me...”

“...to convince me to give up my career.” It wasn’t a question. “Mr?”

“Just call me Tony.”

“Tony. My father is very persistent and you are not the first that daddy has hired.”

I’ve spent nearly three weeks viewing porn with this woman as the prime actress in each. I’ve read stories of her lesbian escapades and even the gory details of her anatomy and how its used. I’ve seen more objects that I cared to count enter in any and all three of her holes. I’ve seen her bound up and spanked, before being lead around on a lease by a leather-clad slut. I’ve seen her look up into the screen and into my soul.

Standing there before the live woman, is it any wonder that I got a hard-on?

“Well is there anything I can say to at least get you to sit down and talk with your parents?”

“I see mother frequently”, that surprised me, “and every time I used to see daddy it just turns into a fight—so I don’t even bother any more.” She sighed gently and looked down and I saw the look in her eye change when she saw the bulge in my slacks. “See Tony, even you understand?” Leslie’s smile widened and she nodded before turning calmly about and retreating to her elevator.

I watched her every step and I had to agree, her ass was magnificent.

I had been under the indication that she hasn’t seen her parents for a very long time, years even. But she had said that she saw her mother ‘frequently’. The woman I saw seemed to be beside herself with grief and humiliation at the knowledge about what her daughter did. But of course her husband had been sitting next to her when I met them—and in my line of work you come to learn that many people had double, sometimes triple, lives that their spouses did not even know about.

So I did what any investigator would do, I tailed the mother till I could approach her in a public place without the old man around.

“Carol Duncan?” She was loading a pot with a tall plant into the back of her SUV when she looked up at me in surprise—it quickly turned into a frown.

I was standing very close to her. “I saw Leslie”, I saw that she was about to talk so I continued quickly, “and she told me that you and her saw each other frequently?”

“That’s not possible Mr. Ishido, my husband would never allow it.” She closed the rear hatch to her expensive vehicle.

I read that statement to mean that she did see her daughter but she couldn’t let anyone know—else her husband Bill would be irate.

“Allow it or not, I don’t think Leslie has any reason to lie.”

“No Mr. Ishido, I’m sure my daughter never lies.” Strange statement and I saw that she was completely truthful. She stared at me as if she knew I was going to ask another question.

Well I was, “Can you at least tell me if you are as upset about your daughters lifestyle as your husband is?”

Carol seemed a little put out about that, “I am most definitely upset at the ‘lifestyle’ that Leslie leads!” She looked as if she was going to leave, but paused long enough to add, “Perhaps, Mr. Ishido, that I don’t believe, as does my husband, that Leslie can be influenced to change her mind.”

To me she looked angry at me and not not very upset at her daughters porn career in the least.

It cost me a thousand bucks but I stood in the shadows, or at least behind the large mirrors and lights, at the filming of a scene for the next one of Leslie’s movies. No worries, I’ll just add it to my expense report for Bill Duncan—you don’t think I’d flip the bill myself do you?

The place was busy, probably a dozen people in the large atrium of this exclusive home north of the city. All but me, had jobs to do.

I stood as the two youthful ladies spent nearly an hour kissing licking and fondling each other while the director gave small queues when it was time for them to change positions in any manner. The amount of verbal direction surprised me—I had thought they would follow some type of script and the director would not say a word till he yelled out ‘cut’. Goes to show you what I know about the work behind the movies—especially porn movies. Hell the two ladies could have been mannequins, as they didn’t make a move without the director.

The cameraman nodded to me that Leslie, or also known as “Dane Childs” to the porn community, was about to make her entrance.

Leslie, aka Dane, entered from a twelve foot door beyond the fountain, dressed immaculately in a skirt suit and black hose. She looked very fine.

“Girls!” She bellowed, looking angry. Dane stalked in and stood over the pair of bleached, fake big boobs, and tan-from-a-bottle sluts that were in the classic ‘69’, hands on hips looking even angrier. “I did not hire you so you can pleasure each other!” In the movie, they had been hired to pleasure Dane!

The one girl rolled off her counterpart and stood up, several inches taller than Leslie I may add, “I am... I’m sorry mistress.” With the director giving whispered orders and lines of course.

I had no idea of the plot for this drama, but did it ever matter with porn movies?

The other girl rolled onto her knees and began to run her hands over Leslie’s nylon clad legs. The first moved forwards and whispered, “I’m sorry mistress”, just before her lips contacted ‘Danes’.

While the kiss heated up, the kneeling slut was pushing up the taunt skirt to reveal the tops of the black stockings. Lovely, I thought as I squinted to see every detail.

Soon Leslie was down to only her black four inch heels and her stockings as one girl licked between her legs and the other sucked and fondled Leslie’s ‘B’ cup breasts. I noticed that the director had stopped giving verbal commands—and let Leslie, the experienced ‘movie star’ direct the two sluts, and she did it with small gentle touches of her body and theirs. It reminded me of riding a tame horse, all you do is touch it on the side of the neck and it will begin moving in that direction—those two sluts were essentially the same.

The set was silent and all eyes, male and female, were watching the scene with full attention. Mine included.

Dane was definitely the centre of all attention, as the two sluts paid full attention to her. Twenty minutes later, I watched amazed as the two fake blondes lay cheek to cheek on the marble floor and with hardened tongues pressed together, they fucked into the older woman’s relaxed asshole. It was an incredible sight. Dane was holding her her own legs just behind her knees and was making sounds of delight.

Within minutes of this, Dane began her famous orgasm. It was even more incredible in person, watching this incredible creature growl and loose all control of her body. I was even more certain that it was not acting but genuine pleasure that wracked Leslie’s body. The sounds alone could never be converted to a digital or analog format—they reverberated about the walls of the atrium and dulled my hearing.

Perhaps I was stunned as I was startled when the director bellowed, “cut!” Everyone, including myself, began to clap heartily.

The lesbian trio broke up, and the two sluts disappeared after Leslie gave each a tiny kiss upon their soiled lips. A tiny homely woman ran forwards and gave Leslie a big cuddly robe that has seen lots of use.

A bustle of activity was happening and it seemed that everyone was moving their equipment to another part of the large house—the bedroom evidently.

Then she came up to me.

“Enjoy it Tony?” She looked up from the bulge in my pants with a smile.

I never even bothered answering.

“Please come with me if you wish?” She spun about and went through an alcove and like a good puppy, I followed.

I found her seated in a hard chair as the same homely woman began to brush out her hair. Leslie winced as the knots, from her lesbian coupling, were yanked out.

“I hate this part.” She saw my blank face. “Having to recover from the last... scene, and jump to the next one.” I had read that many adult movie were made in a matter of days. How often did she have to have sex, how many orgasms would she have in a normal day of shooting?

She looked up at me puzzled, “You are more persistent than the other detectives that my father has hired in the past Tony?”

I shrugged pretending that I knew not what she was talking about, when in fact I understood why I didn’t just submit my bill. Greed of course, but it was something else. I was in lust with this woman that I’ve been able to approach. She was like some kind of fertility goddess of an ancient civilization. Though something else...?

“Have you talked with my mom yet?”

“As a matter of fact I have.”

“Learn anything?” She was smiling sweetly.

“That you and your mom do see each other and that your father wouldn’t approve if he knew.” She nodded affirmatively.

“Father has never accepted my career.”

“Has your mom?”

Her smile disappeared for a second, “I’m not sure what point you have in talking with her Tony—but whatever it is, you won’t get what father hired you for.” To get her to turn her back on this life, to return to the family that raised her.

I had to justify myself to this woman, for whatever reason. “If I understood a little about you, I may be able to give your father what he is paying for.”

She nodded, as if she understood. I had read and searched her room back at the Duncan household, I knew that she had only been an average student in high school and had later failed out of college. I had learned so much more—it all accounted to a normal not-too-bright upper middle-class young woman.

Her eyebrow arched, “The next scene I will get fucked by another actress, in the ass with a ten inch strap-on—will you stay Tony?” I wanted to say ‘yes’, but felt weak in letting my desires show so obviously—I nodded ‘no’.

“Pity.” She smiled sweetly as I backed up, my ‘audience’ at an end.

I followed her for ten more days, though I didn’t get any more close viewing of one of her tapings, and in the end felt like I was climbing up the wrong tree.

Leslie Ann Duncan lived a plan and unexciting life, much to my surprise and disappointed. The only thing that she did was go to work, at one of the various locations. I watched as she shopped for her fresh organic vegetables down her street. I watched through the window as she went to a chic hair stylist. Studied the styles that she preferred when she went shopping for new clothes. And saw that she liked sappy ‘chick’ movies when she rented a video. She knew I was following and other than a glance now and then, didn’t seem to care.

All in all—nothing. No friends coming over to her home, no strange hours, nothing untoward.

What was I looking for? How would I convince her to return to dear old daddy if I found out she had a host of lesbian lovers or used truck-loads of whipping cream with her orgies?

Perhaps Leslie was just what she appeared to be, a thirty two year old porn star. Was it all as simple as that? My predecessors thought so.

I gave up tailing Leslie and sat in my office and viewed her movies and her pictures—over and over.

Then I remembered something Leslie had said to me nearly two weeks before—that only her cousin and her father had used her real full name, rather than her stage name. If the cousin used her real name, it meant that they saw each other.

I know—desperate straws is what I was searching for. But my reports to her old man were becoming sparse and I knew my flow of cash was about to dry up if I didn’t produce something very soon.

I found some pictures of her and a cousin in a family photo album, that I had borrowed from the Duncan’s. A couple of years younger, long hair, but a handsome boy.

So he was a guy huh? Didn’t she say something about there being only ‘one cock’ that she would enjoy? I haven’t found evidence of any other man in her life. Hell I think I have more of a life than she did!

Thomas was a strange young man. Late twenties, intelligent eyes but looked rather bored. He had an incredibly attractive middle-teenage brunette on one arm, and another serving us a late lunch—they were twins. I doubt they were of legal age—but it was none of my business.

If the Duncan’s had a large home, Thomas Duncan had a mansion. I felt a bit relieved that I had gained entrance so easily.

“My cousin Leslie Ann has her life, I have my own.”

“Yes of course, but how often do you see her Thomas?” We were on first named basis, he exuded comfort and informality.

He shrugged, “When was the last time darling?”

The twin on his arm looked pleased to be in his attention, her eyes looked up with adoration and lust, “Nearly a month my darling.”

“Ah yes, we had a little party.” Thomas smiled knowingly, and his gaze became distant for just one brief moment that I knew he was reminiscing about something.

The other sister came in with the last platter of food and sat on the other arm of Thomas, and with her sister, began to feed the man. I watched amazed while he ignored my open jaw look—thankfully I recovered quickly.

“Why don’t you ask what you really came here for Tony?” He spoke with grape juice running down his chin, a very pretty face moved forwards to lick it off. Lord, this guy must live the life that I always dreamed of when I was a teenager.

“And what’s that Thomas?”

“You are wondering if Leslie and I fuck.” He ignored the next morsel offered by one of his twins and his grin told me he understood me better than I did him.

I simply nodded—surprised that my intentions were so obvious.

He took the small piece of bread and chewed slowly, his eyes never coming off mine. After he swallowed he finally answered, “Of course we do—she gives me a private viewing of each of her new movies.”

“’Private viewing’...?”

He seemed put out that he had to spell it so blatantly, “I fuck her brains out as I watch her lesbian movies.” The two sisters giggled quietly.

I had to gulp down half my water as my mouth became suddenly dry. “I thought she was a hard-core lesbian?”

Thomas laughed heartily, while his twins waited patiently to serve him. “She didn’t start out that way—except for my dick she hadn’t been with another man since her pre-porn days.”

I just had to ask but Thomas again surprised me, “Your wondering what makes my cock so special right?” At the word ‘cock’ both twins cooed and pressed their bodies against him—Thomas didn’t even seem to notice the two beauties. I certainly did.

“Lets just say we have an understanding.” One twin had her tongue in his ear—the other was making movements with her hands in his lap that was hard to ignore, for me. “I gave her what she wanted.”

“What was that Thomas?” I hadn’t touched my lunch.

“She had always wanted to be a movie star.” He laughed till be became hoarse.

Contrary to the discovery of incest within the Duncan family, I hadn’t gotten any closer to my contracted obligations than when I started.

Carol and Bill sat across from me in their home, Carol again crying and hiding her face in her handkerchief. I didn’t believe a tear that came from that woman was truthfully shed.

I had come here to tell them that I was finished with the case, that I couldn’t give them what they had hired me for. What I was here for, was to collect my final check and to get on with the cheap whores in Costa Rica—it would take months to work out the pressure in my balls!

I was going over what little I had, “...and I talked with Thomas Duncan...", that’s when I noticed something.

Carol Duncan stopped her incessant sniffling and froze, I saw her eyes dart to her husband and then to me. She saw my gaze and stared down at her knees, almost waiting. I’ve seen it a hundred times—guilt! So she knew—that her daughter and her nephew were poking each other! Or was it something else?

I didn’t intend on revealing the incestuous relationship—none of my business, though I considered selling it to some smut magazines for the gossip money when I was again getting low on cash. Was that what Carol was worried about?

Finally my report was over, Bill sighed hugely and asked that fateful question, “Do you see any sense in continuing?”

I remembered Carol’s impatient gaze, “Yes I do.” Bill looked surprised and pleased. And I felt a surprise of my own—there goes my plans of banging a new whore every week on my holiday. Well, maybe not, it’ll just have to wait a little longer.

Bill volunteered, “You are going on avenues that your predecessors never ventured—I’m hoping you will be successful... in fact I’m counting on it Mr. Ishido.”

“Thank you sir.” I stood and shook the mans hand—Carol, still with dry eyes, watched me leave.

I called Carol Duncan, I had lain the night before thinking about that gaze and how she had reacted to my comment. Was there something else in her eyes—fear maybe? She didn’t sound surprised to hear from me.

“Yes Mr. Ishido?” Cold—she expected the call but she certainly did not want it.

“Can we meet, I would like to interview you about some items I thought of.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” No surprise.

“Mrs. Duncan, your husband assured me that you will both do anything possible to get your daughter back...?” The silence was thick.

“Are you blackmailing me Mr. Ishido?” She sounded angry.

Her question surprised me—why would I blackmail her, what did she think I have to blackmail her with? There was still many things I didn’t know anything about!

My silence must have given her an answer, and she continued, “If that is what it takes Mr. Ishido—your office in an hour?” My office was the second room to my cluttered apartment—but it seemed as good an area as any other. I gave her my address.

“In an hour Carol.” I hung up, not wanting to invite more questions that I had no idea how to answer.

Carol Duncan was a woman accustomed to better environments than what she was about to come into—my apartment was a mess. I ran about cleaning up, enough so the living room was presentable—at the expense of filling my bedroom—when the front door to the building buzzer rang.

I let her up without asking who it was. Unlike Leslie’s building, security in mine was non-existent.

I opened the door to find a surprise waiting for me. It was Carol Duncan but a woman that I didn’t know—she was wearing a short leather skirt, black nylons, a black silk blouse, piles of makeup and a strange smile.

“Aren’t you going to ask me in Mr. Ishido?”

I moved out of the way and she strolled in, my eyes lowering to watch the generous movement in her walk.

When I looked up I saw that her hands were already undoing the buttons of her silk blouse even as she saw the piles of mess down the hall in my bedroom. She then turned her head to see the tidy living room and moved in that direction.

The blouse slipped off her shoulder just before she turned about, and I was surprised at her unencombured breasts—no bra. When she turned, she still wore that strange smile but I saw that her breasts were round firm and high upon her chest—a bit odd for a fifty year-old woman. Had to be fake, I thought.

She saw my gaze and looked down at her chest, her hands coming up to grasp each ‘D’ cup in a hand. “Like them Mr. Ishido—my nephew paid for them.” The nipples were getting large and tight—the reaction to her ministrations or maybe from my hungry gaze.

I’m not sure what stunned me more—her actions or what I took as an admission that she also was fucking Thomas Duncan.

Carol dropped her hands and within seconds her leather skirt fell to the floor which she kicked away. Beneath it, she wore black stockings and nothing else. I saw the naked glory of an attractive fifty year-old slut, her full brown pussy well trimmed and most probably well used.

Now, Carol isn’t a raving beauty—can any woman old enough to be a grandmother? Well maybe—but she wasn’t. In fact she looked her age—big round ass, short but shapely legs, attractive but wrinkled face. It was her big fake tits and her trimmed pussy that seemed ill-fitting—the smile, the look of experience. This was a slut if I had ever seen one—I had little doubt her husband was not privy to his wife’s extravagances.

Was this what she had thought I was blackmailing her for—that I had known about her and her nephew? If I had known, what would I have done?

Most probably not this—I never even had looked at her in a sexual light till this visit. I doubt it would have changed my report—I didn’t mention her daughter and Thomas had I?

In fact did Carol even know about her daughter and her nephew?

Thomas, that scoundrel... that, lucky bastard!

Carol slipped to her knees and spun about, her hands coming down to spread her generous ass. I could see that she had trimmed all the hair from about her brown wrinkled asshole. “I find that men like to fuck my ass Mr. Ishido, maybe thinking I’m like my daughter and I’m an anal slut like she is.” She slipped one hand between her cheeks and I saw a finger slip into the ring of her asshole, to the second knuckle. “I assure you Mr. Ishido, that I’m much tighter than my daughter—I get less use back there. Don’t worry though, I prepared it before coming over.” There seemed to be a thin film of lubricant covering it, now that she said something.

How the hell did she know that her daughter was looser ‘back there’?

I unzipped my slacks and knelt behind the elder slut. My cock throbbed as I leaned forwards and sunk into her tight asshole!

Would you believe this was the first ass I’ve ever shagged? And I hadn’t done a thing to acquire it—only unzip and thrust. Leslie Ann Duncan’s mother as well!

Now don’t get high and holy on me—would you turn down a free ass fuck if it was offered to you? Old or not?

Carol’s hands came forwards to grasp my cheap well trod carpet as I began to drive back and forth into her.

It was less than a minute before I coated her rectal cavity with my sperm—while she never even made a noise. He may be a slut but I had yet seen any eroticism from her.

In fact, as I sat back against my cheap couch upon the floor with my soft wet cock comically hanging out of my pants she stood up and dressed. With but a statement, she was gone.

She had said, “Same time next week Mr. Ishido?”

I hadn’t the energy to stop her.

So let me get this straight, Leslie fucks her cousin and Carol was also fucking Thomas. The young man lived a life that most could only fantasies about. I imagined him poking his aunt one night and a few days later poking his cousin. Did he fuck their assholes—or use them judiciously?

It had taken me nearly thirty minutes to recover from my exertions and surprise. Alone I had sat upon my floor, my dick still soiled and exhausted while hanging from my trousers. Carol’s expensive perfume still lingered in the air.

Did Thomas tell his aunt that her ass was tighter than her daughters—how else would she have known? That meant, regardless of how she found out, that she knew of Thomas and Leslie. Did she approve? Maybe she was jealous? Did Bill know what a slut his wife was?

Would she really come back next week?

“Did you know your mother and cousin are having an affair Ms. Duncan?”

Her reaction surprised me—she frowned, as if annoyed.

“Tony...", she simply sighed, “... this is getting a little tiresome.”

“Don’t you believe me Leslie?” Her response puzzled me, it wasn’t what I had expected—she knew then?

She turned to go.

“Let me understand this; Thomas gets to fuck both you and your mother and neither of you mind?”

That stopped her, if only for a second, and looked as if she was about to say something. After pausing, and without a word, she disappeared into her building.

That same night I had a strange dream, it was so realistic that it scared me. Essentially, I had a long detailed dream about fucking my own mother! She did everything I asked, and I asked for everything.

I don’t remember how it started, but at some point she was cleaning my dirty kitchen floor in my apartment—nude! I simply came up behind her and forced my cock into her wet vagina. She groaned out and I began to pound in and out of her elder body. I can still hear the sounds of her overly wet sex as it sloshed about my prick—her deep raspy breathing—even the slap of her pale yellow skin upon my own.

Then there was a multitude of encounters. Her lowering herself upon my rod, it going straight into her rectum—she hissed that I was taking her ‘anal cherry’. Then sucking cock while I ate dinner at my table. Me inspecting her lingerie, selecting white stockings and push-up white bra for her smallish tits before allowing her to dress. In a crowded elevator, my hand snaking up her skirt to finger her slippery sexual channel. More fucking, her legs wrapped about my waist. Watching as she removed every hair from between her legs for me. Me finishing upon her yellow skin—her hands, her breasts, inside her thighs, her ass and most memorable upon her familiar face.

I awoke with soiled sheets and almost humiliated at the dream I had obviously enjoyed—I went to take a long long shower.

Believe me when I state that I’ve never, ever, thought of my mother in any sexual way before!

“Like the dream Tony?” The voice on my phone was Thomas’s, of course.

“Thomas...?” Even hours later, it was still so vivid in my minds-eye. How could he know?

“Leslie Ann called me last night all upset... then I talked with Aunt Carol... your the smartest one yet Tony.” We paused as I was frozen listening to him—feeling that I was getting into something that was way over my head.

“Would you like to come over Saturday afternoon and we can discuss this in more detail?” He sounded almost amused.

I croaked, “Yes”, and Thomas hung up his phone leaving me more lost that when I picked it up.

I went through a multitude of emotions those couple of days—but when Thomas answered his door on Saturday, I was back to my calm inquisitive self.

“Glad you made it Tony?” We shook hands, something we hadn’t done on our last and only visit together.

How could I answer, “I’m anxious to understand what the hell is going on.”

He chuckled and led me into his mansion.

Within a parlour I found Leslie and her mom, Carol, seated silently while sipping white wine. They were both dressed very elegantly, lovely actually. Seeing them together was startling, yet I saw how Leslie look some of her mothers facial characteristics—they were obviously mother and daughter to any that should look upon them.

Thomas sat in the larger chair and motioned me to sit between the two Duncan ladies. They simply watched me, both wearing small smiles.

The tension was too much for me, “What the hell is going on Thomas?”

“Well you were right Tony, I am fucking both Leslie Ann and Aunt Carol.” For some reason that didn’t make me feel any better—it only confirmed what I had already known. It was my incestuous dream that bothered me still, and that Thomas knew about it more so.

Neither female said a word.

Then what happened took me from reality to some strange warped world!

My mother stepped into the room, also holding a wine goblet, and dressed very elegantly. She strode over to stand next to Thomas, smiling nervously towards me.

“Mom?”

“I didn’t drug you the other day or have something pumped into the air of your apartment Tony—those dreams were yours.” His hand came up and I saw, with horror, as it slipped beneath my mothers knee-high silk skirt. She didn’t react as he fondled her from thigh to knee almost absentmindedly. “I simply helped you release them.”

That was it! “Like hell”, I shouted and stood up suddenly.

It was my mothers calm voice that stilled me, “Please sit down and listen darling.” Staring at her and at the hand moving beneath her expensive skirt, I felt by body drop back to the large expensive couch. Mothers eyes were pleading with me to do as she had asked.

Thomas didn’t even appear to notice my interruption. “Your mother was a different story—right Aimme?” She looked down and smiled sweetly at the younger hippie-looking man. “Your mom is sexually frustrated Tony, so much so that her fantasies would have made a ten dollar whore blush—but would you believe that she had never considered you in those fantasies?”

I shifted but never said a word, though Thomas’s hand had stopped high up behind mother—possibly to the base of her buttock. A few more minutes of this pricks ‘story’ and then I can grab mother and get out of here. Does dad know that mom was here?

“I changed that for her.” He smiled triumphantly and I the ladies next to me giggled lightly.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His hand retreated from beneath mothers skirt, his fingers coming up to deeply inhale some odour, his tongue licking daintily. My heart felt as if it was about to explode—while mother continued to smile at me softly and sympathetically.

How could she sit there smiling at me while that pig licked the fingers that had most probably been inside her sex just a moment ago?

“What I mean is that your dreams Tony, and I mean all of your dreams and probably a few things new that your mother could teach you, have just come true.” I sat opened mouth and disgusted—does anyone understand what the hell this prick was talking about?

“Lets just say that I have a way of influencing people.” All the ladies, including mother, laughed heartily at that comment.

He motioned to Carol. The older woman continued for her nephew, “Thomas can control a persons mind Mr. Ishido.”

“Well not exactly Aunt Carol.”

She smiled patiently and with love at the younger man but turned back to me, “From our perspective it sure seems like it. Though my nephew will tell you that he can only heighten or hinder someones thoughts and feelings.” I could see that she didn’t completely believe that last statement that she had made—does that mean he has more power than what she stated?

What the hell was I thinking—‘power’?

I noticed a movement and turned my head to watch Leslie stand slowly and then advance towards Thomas and my mom.

Even as her mother continued to talk, she took her cousins hand and licked and sucked at the digits that had most probably been inside of my mother. “For instance—I will never lie no matter what, and I am a slut at heart. He helped me realize those urges. My darling daughter is a steadfast lesbian—other than Thomas—and works very hard at being a movie star.” She smiled proudly at her daughter as the younger Duncan sucked her cousins fingers.

Soon, Leslie was standing next to my mother, the crotch of her skirt pressing into mothers hip. I saw, with horror, that mother and the ‘anal lesbian porn star’ were viciously French kissing.

“This is bullshit—if that is so why doesn’t he just have Bill”, Leslie’s father and Carol’s husband, “fuck you and forget about his daughter?”

Thomas’s hand was again high up mothers skirt while watching me, Leslie was molding my mothers near flat chest in her experienced hands and Carol was talking like this was all normal. I couldn’t take my eyes from my parent as she was mauled consentually before me.

“He did change my husband Tony—in the privacy of our own bedroom, I am to pretend that I am Leslie. He really enjoys that.” She smiled pleased for some demented reason. “Yet he will never reveal his lust to his daughter, though we laugh about it all the time, but would like her to move back home to be close to him.” It was all so strange, it actually made sense in a weird way.

I turned my full attention back towards the other three after I heard a moan of pleasure, from my own mother!

Her skirt was pulled to her waist revealing the white stockings that I had picked out for her in my dreams and nothing else. Her sparse pussy was difficult to see as Leslie was stroking it softly, her fingers dipping down into the top of the grove—which caused the another throaty moan. Thomas’s hand could now be seen, he had two fingers directly aimed upwards and they were moving in and out of what was obviously a very wet pussy.

I was in some dream fantasy land—maybe I hadn’t woken up? Yet, this was all real—I could feel it inside my body somehow. Thomas had done this!

But what had he done to me? “What did you do to me Thomas?”

He smiled non-chalantly, “The dream Tony. I released your lust for your mother—it had always been there, so I simply heightened and tweaked it a little.” It was true, what he said, that I now felt a high passion for my own middle-aged mother. Almost as an afterthought he added, “And you will never tell anyone else about any of this.”

Mother had her eyes closed while Leslie sucked on her tongue. Mom was also squatting down as if to get more of Thomas’s fingers within her body.

Then Carol crawled over to Thomas, and with little effort and no warning took his averaged size cock within her mouth. The older woman began to fellatio her nephew very slowly.

Thomas didn’t even seem to notice.

“Mom!” I was again standing and mothers eyes snapped open to look upon me, they were half glazed as if she was in some dream-state.

“What is it Tony?” The words came out with much work.

Leslie had changed from sucking on mom’s tongue to biting mothers nipples through her blouse.

I then realized that I had seen mother like this before—impassioned and totally enthralled with her pleasure—in my dream only the other night!

I also remembered what else Thomas had told me, that and what I had dreamed. Mother had been totally my submissive in my sleeping state the other night—could everything be true?

“Mom”, I had to swallow, so thick was my tongue, “come with me.” She looked at me in surprise and I growled, “Now!”

I strode out of the room and waited at the doorway to Thomas’s house. I heard light footsteps and slow heavy breathing behind me.

Without even looking I went to my car and waited till my mother was seated next to me before putting it into drive. I was so anxious to get out of that place!

“Where are you going honey?”

“I’m taking you home mom.”

A few lengthy minutes of silence before she spoke, “Take me to your apartment Tony.” She sounded like the mother of old—stern.

There was a stop light, so I turned to face her for the first time since I witnessed her debauchery. She looked dishevelled, but at least her skirt was back covering her to the knees. Was that damp torn spot in her blouse from Leslie’s bitting of mothers nipples?

Stop it—I told myself!

“I can’t go back to your father honey.” Her voice was softer this time almost as if she was resolved to this new life that I had dreamed.

‘Why the hell not?” I was practically screaming.

She looked at me in surprise, “Did you not hear what Thomas and Carol Duncan had said. I am not the same woman that your father knew.”

The light was green so I drove the car a few meters and pulled over.

“If you mean what happened back there...?”

She interrupted, “No, not what happened today.” Mother looked almost sad though she eventually continued, “Since that dream you had about me honey.”

There, it was said. My god, this was all my fault?

“Thomas was right, I had an active fantasy life dear—your father and I hadn’t... well its been years since we had ‘slept together’.” She didn’t mean ‘sleep’, as we both knew. She added hastily, “Don’t misunderstand me, I have never cheated on your father... if you don’t count fantasies.”

“This is all my doing?” I felt an incredible sadness overtake me.

She thought for a brief moment before answer, “Yes, I suppose it is. But with Thomas’s help, he has revealed something that I would never give up.”

Our eyes met, the first time since getting into the car, “That I don’t need to fantasize any more.” I shook my head, my mind thick with all that had been revealed to me. She sighed and added, “That I can be your sex slave darling.” This simply was not happening—I’m in the fucking twilight zone!

It was said. Here in my car, away from those freaky fucked up people that we had just left.

Somehow, the two of us alone, it sounded almost agreeable. Was that what Thomas had done to me—altered me to accept this?

“And I think you would enjoy it as well.” She motioned towards my lap and like some imbecile, I looked down to see my dick straining at my pants.

Mother licked her lips and asked, “Would you like me to help you with that my love?” She had this wicked half-smile that spoke volumes.

I couldn’t answer—though it didn’t matter, as my mother and parent leaned down across the seats and after a little fumbling took my hard cock into her mouth.

It was heaven!

Time stood still as mother sucked me, up and down continuously upon my thrusting rod. It took less than a minute before I flooded her hungry willing mouth with my seed.

Mother never missed a drop, and sat back licking her lips contentedly—smiling at me softly. She seemed to be almost savouring the taste as if it was an expensive wine.

It was then that I noticed some of the faces of the people walking by turning to look into my car and mother and I. Oh shit. I gunned the vehicle and got the hell out of there!

In the elevator on the way up to my apartment, mother told me that she had never sucked a cock before—strange hearing her use those words. When the doors opened, I unconsciously watched her lead the way to my apartment—the small movement of her near-flat ass.

When we reached the door and I was fumbling for my keys mother again took me by surprise, “You can do more than look now darling.” I simply looked up into her soft smile—god she had the greatest gentle looking lips that curled ever so softly to whatever mood she was in.

Somehow we ended up in each others arms, with her lips searching my own. I felt her tongue advance past our lips and thrust against my own. Her pelvis was pressing into my renewed hard penis, her breasts against my chest, her hands clawing at my back. She had to be on her toes, since she was smaller than I by several inches.

Then she pulled back and looked at me in that dream-state glaze, “I need you inside me!” We both rushed into my apartment, falling to the dirty floor with the door still open, our arms and legs intertwined. Somehow that single statement didn’t shock me—Thomas must have done quite a number upon me!

It was a mass of movements, of lips and hands, soft elder flesh and erotic noise. I smelt mothers erotic scent for the first time in the air and it enthralled me, impassioned me even more if that was even possible. She rushed and fumbled yet again with my zipper and belt, only opening my pants enough to again release my cock. With a quick mass of skirt about my chest, she suddenly sunk down.

Time suddenly slowed and we both froze to catch our breaths, my cock sunk to the hilt into her very hot wet sex. Our eyes spoke volumes as we simply looked into the others. We fit like a glove.

I then knew that I had been truly manipulated—as I don’t ever remember having a conscious fantasy about my mother before that dream. Perhaps there was some Freudian teenage interest, long forgotten, but what had happened to me now was a complete alteration to my desires. I was angry, horny but still angry.

Mother must have sensed something, maybe a look in my eyes and then began the slowest most pleasant of movements with her hips. Up and down, so very slowly that I thought it was almost my imagination that she moved. Yet she closed her eyes, sat up with her hands upon my chest and through back her head in desire—the moan that escaped her must have been heard from every apartment on my floor.

I could not stop my thoughts even as I watched her couple with her own son—that my mother may have had a colourful fantasy life is something that I can accept, but that was a far cry from committing incest in public. This was not the woman that had given birth to me. She was now a slut, a submissive slut I corrected... my submissive slut.

The silk blouse ripped when my hands yanked it, she jerked in surprise but only saw that my interests were in her elder small breasts. Though probably an ‘A’ cup, her nipples were thrusting painfully looking towards me. Pulling her back down from her sitting position, my mouth found and engulfed one hard nipples... savouring it and before moving to the other.

Mothers gasps became more frequent and she had a difficult time to keep her slow deliberate movements. I reached around to grasp her small flat ass in both my hands, which fit perfectly by the way, to sped her up—knowing what was inevitably coming.

I forced her roughly down to my lap, our bodies slapping and her sex loudly echoing her pleasure. Her gasps turned to groans and then to squeals, as mother gained the summit of her near impending orgasm.

I felt the walls of her sex ripple as it hit her, at first in the crotch and then moving outwards, with such a force that she jerked straight up frozen in place as the waves of passion rolled through her. It was a magnificent sight to see.

As suddenly and as exquisite to watch as it was, mother rapidly descended from that mountain and collapsed upon me, her son. I was still hard and wanting her body impaled upon my spear.

Mother was a small woman, so I deftly held her limp body against me as I cautiously gained my feet. It would have been comical to see, if we had witnesses to our debauchery, a limp older woman still encased upon a younger mans cock. I shut the door, thankful that it was the middle of the day and no one had seen us, before taking her to my room.

She had had another orgasm a few seconds after mine, her body seemed to be triggered to my release. It was the best, hottest and most passionate sex of my life. And it as with my own mother!

I had lain her down upon my messy bed, her legs dropping to either side of me, and my hands on the bed against either side of her chest. I began to earnestly fuck myself in and out of her body, her small frame jerking as our combined sexes smashed against the other. Rapidly she awoke from her stupor and urged me one with words I had never heard spoken from my mothers mouth before, with her hands pulling my ass towards her and from those stocking covered legs up and down from my waist to my calves.

It seemed to last forever, probably only a few minutes, but the inevitable feeling between my legs caused me to groan out my displeasure at this event soon coming to a close.

I rolled off her, exhausted, and lay next to her. The both of us still fully clothed with our soiled loins showing and her breasts heaving up and down as she took great deep breaths.

I watched her for several minutes, guessing her to be asleep as exhausted, or perhaps more so, than I.

Thomas had manipulated me into his circle of sinful lust and I had no option but to accept.

With exhausted limbs, I reached over to roll my mothers closest nipple between thumb and forefinger even as my eyes won the battle and lowered.

Hours later, I awoke to a supper the likes that I have not had since leaving home so many years before. She must have gone shopping, I hadn’t the food in my fridge for what she severed.

Embarrassed, I entered the dining room and saw that a clean spot was cleared off one end, with a single setting placed upon it, wearing my robe. I had left my soiled clothing next to hers upon my floor.

Mother came in and was taken momentarily by surprise, “Your awake!” She was naked. The last remaining garment, her stockings, gone. A kiss, a quick slip of the tongue and she slipped away, “I’ll get your supper lover. Please sit down.”

I did. “Did you already eat mom?” We often had conversations like this when I was living at home—me yelling across two rooms.

Mother, some things don’t change, reacted as she always had, coming into the room before answering, “No darling, I’ll eat later.”

“Later?” She placed some food upon the table and turned probably for more.

She again returned hands full, “Its not right for a slave to eat at the same time as her master.” Mother spun about before I could open my mouth. She wore a wide happy smile that I swear I have never seen before as she disappeared back into the kitchen.

She returned with the final pot—a virtual feast, one of my favourites as well.

Gently, and with practised sign-language of two people that knew each other, she doled out what I wanted onto my plate.

“Listen mom, I’m not going to sit here and eat without you?”

She leaned down and kissed my nose, “Then its your choice my son, would you like me to suck your cock as you eat or sit down and eat with you?” Mom wore a nasty grin which told me what she preferred.

I would have said the former, if not for my embarrassment—I could not even look down to her naked limbs.

I never answered but she pulled another chair next to her and sat down, she then proceeded to slowly and deliberately feed me. It was all so very strange. She took a small bite from my fork once for every dozen that she gave me.

The dream seemed so distant now—but I remembered one part where mother sucked me slowly and with love as I ate a hearty meal. Well, perhaps she will give me the offer again during another meal—as I was starting to regret my earlier decision.

“Where did you go to get all this food?” What I really wanted to know was what she had worn, her torn blouse was still on the floor in my bedroom.

“Down the corner—its really a very nice little store—a bit over priced but...”

“What did you wear?”

“I wore my skirt and one of your tee shirts. I think I will have to go shopping Monday.” That was two days away. “Until then, I think we both don’t mind what I’m wearing now? Or is my body a little too old to go prancing around naked?”

I slipped, “I like it”, between forkfuls.

The silence, except for my chewing—I was famished—was thick.

I thought of Leslie, the lesbian porn star and her family. Her father fucking his aged but slutty wife while pretending it to be his daughter. Mrs. Duncan looking for any excuse to spread her legs, for anyone. Of Leslie, who had always wanted to be a movies star. And of Thomas her cousin that helped her make her dream into a reality.

It was a very long, but enjoyable, weekend. Needless to say, I would never forget the things I had done—with my own mother! It would fill many pages with the images I could convey—graphic descriptions of what exactly we did together.

Its all over—right?

Thomas wins—Leslie Ann Duncan is now and forever a porn star, much to her fathers disgust and pleasure. How could I compete with whatever the hell power that Thomas had over his cousin?

There was one more thing to do, collect my check. I was still going to Costa Rica, but I thought to take my mother as my toy—she had proven herself very admirably these last couple of days. And I could think of naught else but returning to her hungry mouth and tight pussy.

Bill Duncan barely looked at my invoice before pulling his check book from his office drawer. Must be nice to have that much money! I was sniffing my fingers, having dipped them into the incestuous canal of my own parent before leaving my apartment when Bill stood up and frowned. It caught my attention enough to sit straighter and notice that his pen had not yet actually signed the check!

“Tony...?” He had that far away look that made me nervous—nothing worse than a client that could think for himself.

“Sir?”

“You mentioned Carol’s nephew the last time you were here—what does he have to do with this?”

He was poking your daughter and wife—but don’t fuck with him, he has this strange ability to alter a persons free will!

I had to say something, “He and Leslie still see each other.” It was true wasn’t it.

His frown got tighter, “She won’t come to my house but she still keeps in touch with her cousin?”

I suppose, “Yes sir.”

The frown turned to disappointment and he mumbled, “Well, they spent a lot of time together as kids—I suppose I should be thankful she hadn’t completely severed all ties.”

“No sir, your wife can attest to that.”

I froze. Shit—that was a completely unplanned statement on my part! Stupid stupid stupid—I knew it was a fucking mistake as soon as I had closed my big fucking mouth!

“My wife?” I kept silent and starred at the pen in his hand, the one that could allow me, what I considered, a much deserved holiday. “She has seen Leslie Ann too?”

What could I say here—should I lie? If I tell the truth and Thomas finds out, can this mysterious power of his be used against me?

Then something totally foreign came upon me, that I had been hired to provide information and help persuade Bill’s daughter to leave her style of life and that it was my obligation and responsibility to provide this. It wasn’t something that Thomas had ingrained in me—but something that had come out with the realization that I had been manipulated by that man. If I had been asked a week before if I would like to have my own mother as a fuck slave, I would have been appalled, disgusted and possibly thrown a punch. Yet, here I was smelling her sex upon my fingers and looking forwards to going home to bend her over for more of the same pleasure. I had been twisted for the pleasure of one man, it irked me suddenly.

Is that not when a person does the most stupid of things—for revenge?

“Mr Duncan... your wife and daughter have been seeing Thomas on a regular basis.”

I was sure his brow could not become more furled. “Seeing them how Tony?”

I think he knew the answer before I said it, “They are both having an affair with Thomas Duncan.”

Bill took a big deep breath and moved to the chair next to the desk, I saw that the pen in his hand was now quivering beneath his white knuckled fingers.

His voice was surprisingly even, “And why was this not in your report?”

“I thought it outside the scope that was originally assigned to me.” Which was true.

“Does my wife... does she know Leslie Ann is having sex with Thomas?”

I didn’t know how to say this any other way, but to lay it all out. “Your wife and daughter are often with him at the same time.” A wild three way incest coupling each time, to be sure!

The pen fell to the floor.

Okay, I’m a fool.

I get an unlooked for present in the form of a sex slave—regardless of whom it is... I was about to get a big check that would set me free for a couple of months... I challenge a man probably with enough powers to alter my mind to the point of him doing a lobotomy upon me.

I’m fucking nuts!

Yet it felt good. I must be sadistic or something.

I had told Bill all—from what little I had learned about his daughters sordid but boring life, to his wife spreading her own ass cheeks for me, to me knowing of Bill’s poking his wife while she pretended to be Leslie. I had told him that Thomas had some type of power that molded or manipulated a persons mind.

The middle aged man had simply listened and looked at me, with open mouth and pale skin. I thought he was going to have a heart attack or something. He had never looked so old to me as he did right then.

I even told him I was not immune, and about my weekend. I related the pleasures I had found but I also told him how much I resented being manipulated into doing it.

Finally, after a very long pause and with no movement on his part, he finally choked out, “Get him here Tony...Mr. Ishido... bring Thomas to me.”

Thomas frowned and let me into his home, and speaking only after the door had been closed, “Your mother won’t be at your apartment when you return there.” His warm voice was gone and it now sounded cold—dangerous.

I had assumed that my big mouth will again alter the relationship that I had with my mom. Though I had hoped he would overlook it.

As I said, stupid right?

“In fact she is returning to your father to admit all—I think he may have some interesting methods of extracting revenge from your mom.”

What the fuck was this prick talking about?

“What I am talking about Tony”, I really gotta remember not to fuck with mind-readers, “is that your father will whore your mother off... she’ll be selling any of her holes for ten bucks a shot before midnight tonight. Each and every night for the rest of her miserable life.”

I didn’t snap—you would think I should have, but I didn’t. For one thing, I felt an intense desire for my mother yet again—so harsh a feeling I slipped to my knees grasping my aching balls.

Thomas just laughed and snarled down at me, “You will never touch her again, she hates you now—making her what she is now, a whore. But you’ll never be able to live a minute without thinking about your dick and her cunt.”

He was right, my mind was flowing with fond memories from the weekend even while my balls felt like I hadn’t squirted in years! I had an extreme case of ‘blue balls’.

“I know why you came here Tony!”

One of his bare feet flew off the hardwood floor and hit me on the side of the face, I flew back onto my ass without my hands coming off my balls—I was in that much pain.

“And I’m going to surprise Uncle Bill and go see him.” He laughed heartily, evil sounding even. “Carol and Leslie Ann will meet us there.”

He kicked at my groin, with most of the blow hitting the top of my hands, as he stepped over me. “If you can, why don’t you come and watch the show!” I heard the door open behind me and his laughter as he left the huge home and foyer.

It took some minutes but I finally stood back up, surprised at the flow of tears raining down my cheeks. Along with the lecherous incestuous images in my mind I saw images of her strutting her elderly body in whorish clothing in some ghetto and felt a wave of anguish role through me. She was being used right this minute by disgusting men, ten dollars a hole Thomas had said.

I was a basket case, with alternating waves of pure lust and then awful despair.

How could I have been so naive to believe that I could deal with Thomas in a manner that I could treat all others—he could read and alter my fucking mind!

I’m not even sure how but I found myself behind the wheel of my car driving back to the Duncan’s home. Tears blurring my vision.

“Ah, Tony!” I entered Bill Duncan’s home with a smiling Thomas meeting me at the front door. “You almost missed the fun.”

He lead me deeper into the house, to a huge bedroom. The Duncan family had already assembled there, though none noticed my entrance.

Thomas placed his arm over my shoulder and waved towards the king sized bed before us, “As you can see, I’ve been talking with Uncle Bill.”

Carol Duncan was kneeling upon her bed, facing away from us. She wore expensive lingerie that seemed to be several sizes too small for her—that in fact looked familiar—it was one of the outfits her daughter had worn in a recent movie. Both her hands were holding her generous ass cheeks apart.

Bill Duncan was naked kneeling behind his wife, his hard manhood penetrating her anus. He too was bent forwards, half laying upon his wife’s back.

Leslie Ann Duncan, aka Dane Childs, wore a dress that she had worn to some porn award show last year, I had read a magazine article and seen her pictures thereof. She was kneeling behind her father and was spreading the generous hairy cheeks of his ass while pressing her face within—she was rimming her own fathers asshole.

Thomas beside me was fully dressed but with his lecherous evil grin, looked the most out of place in the family orgy.

Watching Carol getting crammed full of cock only brought painful and very fond memories of doing the same to my mother the day before. I had taken my mothers anal cherry and she had screamed out in passion for more! I had not thought, at the time, that it would be the last.

And then watching Leslie’s experienced tongue fuck her fathers asshole only made me think of ordering my mother to do the same to me! Though, it would never be, Thomas had seen to that. I shrugged off his arm about my shoulders and cried silently as the incestuous noises became louder in the large bedroom.

Bill was grunting like a bull now, his hips thrusting sharply into his wife while Leslie’s tongue-task was more difficult with his sudden irregular movements.

Carol was mumbling fuck-words randomly from her lips... about her, her daughter, her husband, me, Thomas, the drug store boy, the girl that delivers the papers, Bill’s best friend, three different neighbours, even a stray dog... a whole army that had fucked or used the older woman in some way.

Thomas and I knew when Bill let shoot his ejaculate into his wife, even as she yelled out, “I’m coming in you Leslie Ann!” So far gone, he did not even realize whom he was buggering.

I fell into a chair facing the bed, holding my head in my hands, feeling very depressed and horny. I could not take my mind off my mother’s submissive naked body.

The Duncan’s upon the bed were moving about—mother was licking her husband’s cock clean while grinding her wet gaping cunt down upon her daughters face. It was sickly, slimy, dirty and mindless.

Soon Carol was squealing, while her husband forced his still-hard dick in and out of her mouth, as an orgasm washed through her.

The two elder Duncan’s were panting from exhaustion but it was evident that Bill’s dick was still hard and his wife was still very wet. Leslie’s mom had rolled off her and the younger woman sat up, whipping her cheeks from the female spend left upon it. She didn’t even look at her parents or even Tony but crawled to the floor and began to dig out the mind-controllers dick.

Leslie had lots of experience with her cousin and was soon bobbing her face up and down upon it—just the way he liked it, I was sure.

My mother would do that for me—she loved to suck my cock, I remembered fondly!

Then I saw Bill’s lust filled eyes watching his daughter blow his nephew. I could tell that he wanted more—her younger body was easily visible as the dress was a mockery of a cocktail dress—it was completely translucent. He was eyeing her swaying ass.

He looked at me for only a moment and I saw lust, but I also so agony—possibly not so unlike my own. It startled me—but I understood so very well—he lusted after his daughter but he was conscious enough to realize that he was being manipulated and his urges were very wrong.

Carol’s hand had been stroking her husbands hard stick and it looked as if she was about to again mount him, though from above, this time.

Yet it was not to be, Bill roughly pushed his wife away from him and rolled from his bed. He knelt behind his busy daughter and began to bundling her long skirt to her waist—Carol and I watched, knowing he wanted what Thomas had placed in his mind, the lust for his daughter... for his daughters ass more specifically. His wife was just not enough—it simply was not the ‘real’ thing.

I wondered how it all started, that Leslie was known for her lesbian anal adventures in the porn industry seemed to build the story in my mind. She had grown up wanting to be a movie star, but was destined for the mediocre life like her prosperous parents lived. Thomas, her trusting but powerful cousin helped her achieve her desires—though with his own twists. She only appeared in lesbian movies because Thomas had a spark of jealously and did not want any man to ever again enter her body. She did anal movies because her father had once thought about his daughters very attractive bottom one day—with his nephew listening to his thoughts of course. And it was just like Thomas and his strange sense of queer humour to twist that one thought to her ‘career’—forever tormenting the old man. He was only left with his slut wife, always pretending her ample ass was the sexy round one of his daughter.

Thomas whom had his eyes closed in pleasure suddenly opened them, looking down at his uncle—he did not look pleased.

Leslie suddenly froze for a brief second and then pulled her face from the dick before her so as to scream out over her shoulder at her father, “No daddy!”

Carol yelled from the bed, fear showing in her eyes, “Bill stop!”

It all happened so suddenly that I could write thousands of words about those few seconds. But it was all so simple—Bill suddenly gasped and grabbed at his head, falling back to the floor. Carol had been climbing off the bed to stop her husband while Leslie had been trying to hold the hem of her see-through dress below the bottom of her ass. All attention was focused upon Bills uncontrollable desires—desires that had been instilled into his mind without his control.

Bill was screaming out animal-like and I thought I saw blood drip from his tightly closed eye-lids. I acted without thought—probably what saved me from a similar fate as the older man—and shoved Thomas roughly from the side.

The young man fell slowly, at least it seemed to happen all so slowly, sideways like a falling try. Those piercing nasty eyes turned to me even as he fell and I saw that he was surprised, a look that I am sure was very rare from him. Then his head hit the edge of a old mahogany dresser, a loud thud, and then the man lay upon the ground on his side.

All became silent in that second as I saw the slow spread of the red pool of blood become larger about the base of Thomas’ head.

Then it was madness—Carol was kneeling next to her husband, his head on her lap, as she wailed and cried.

Leslie was still on her knees but looking back and forth between Thomas and her father, her mouth still open and her face had a lost look that I would be hard pressed to describe.

Then I noticed that my grief and overwhelming-lust was gone, that my normal heartless selfishness was back!

The last movie of Dane Childs was the one that I had witnessed in person, at least a single scenes of. I read in some porn magazine that she had tried to do another months latter, but the director and crew had given up in disgust from the actions from the “spoiled slut” as he was quoted in calling her. What little footage that was taken for that movie was released on the net, which I found, and the anal lesbian porn queen was gone—what was left was an embarrassed, past-her-prime, prude. It wasn’t flattering.

Though, of course, I understood.

I had been there when Leslie Ann Duncan had watched her father die from a brain embolism induced by her cousin and lover then turning to see that her cousin was also dead, his life-blood covering soiling the knees of her dress. Even as I had come to the realization that Thomas’s control of me was over, so did Leslie. She broke down and cried for the life she had been forced to live on the whim of her childhood friend and cousin. Even as we all do, she remembered all.

Me—well, after a month of jail time, I was released when it was evident that there was not enough evidence to convict. None in that room said a word about what had happened—no one outside it could pierce together what had happened.

I got out of jail and went immediately to see Carol Duncan for my payment—whom had promptly cursed me out of her home. Obviously at least one of us was rather upset that we had to revert back to our original ‘uncontrolled’ life.

Leslie came to see me not long after, we sat in a coffee house as she embarrassingly thanked me for killing her cousin. She wore shades and a hat, her clothes loose and concealing. I could only guess that her memories were the source of much embarrassment for her.

A week later, Carol had written me to blame me for Leslie’s overdose and death. Though I remember Leslie’s warm small hand as she held mine—her heart felt thanks shocking my soul, Thomas had made us soul-mates by our association with him. We had both undergone some humiliating and debasing acts for his demented pleasure.

Its not all over dear reader—of course I went back to spying upon horny housewives and shoplifters. Hell—it paid the bills didn’t it?

“Tony are you done... supper is on the table?”

“Coming mother.”

Aimee, my mother, had sold her body for a couple of hours that tortuous night not so long ago—forced out into the streets by her husband, my father. When the burden of whatever Thomas had placed upon her mind had disappeared, she found that she was sucking some sixty year-old man’s condom covered cock in the front seat of his car.

Everyone one remembered—perhaps that is the worst part of what happened to us. Mother remembered everything, as did my father.

They tried to reconcile—while I was forbidden by the both of them from my family home or even from voice contact. Then my uncle called and told me mother was staying with him, but that I was not to call or come over.

Months later I was returning home from a case, looking at the pitifully small check in my hand, when I looked up to see my mother standing before my building.

She couldn’t meet my eyes but motioned for me to continue to my apartment, which she soberly followed.

When the door closed, she came and lay her head upon my chest and cried long and hard. And I must admit my eyes were non too dry either.

Finally she whispered, “I have no where to go—no one wants me!”

I remembered Carol—alone and in agony from her loss. The sad but relieved look in Leslie’s eyes as she held my hand. And even my own hollow eyes when I shaved before the mirror.

“You are not alone mom.” I kissed the top of her head gently, tenderly. Her face tilted up to finally meet my eyes. We shared a look, one that none could imagine unless you lived through what we had. Which I doubt there was many out there to that claim. “I want you Aimee.”

I felt a tiny shiver roll through her small body and knew she felt the same.

A small hand stroked my head returning me to the present, “Tony, its getting cold?” I turned to look directly at my naked mother and immediately pulled her to my lap playfully. “Tony!” Mom giggled while seating herself sideways on my lap, she could feel my hard cock press through my pants to her hip.

One of my hands found her small breast and squeezed gently, my mouth found hers but she slipped her face away from mine at the last minute. With a sigh of remorse she gasped, “Can you not wait till after supper young man?”

My hand slipped from her breast to her lap, and though she attempted to keep her knees together, she only resisted minutely and my hand slipped between those soft thighs. When I found what I had been looking for mother suddenly arched her back and gasped out in pleasure, her knees spreading wide.

I again stroked her clitoris and teased her, her mouth now looking for my own in an aggressive desirous manner. Her sex was quickly becoming wet and my finger was now stoking up and own her slit, teasing the opening of her vaginal hole. “Tony please honey!”

She was naked because it was easier that way, we now lived as lovers. In this house, it did not matter that it was wrong and illegal to commit incest. None will tell—father was humiliated and shamed, the rest of the family having no idea what was going on.

Aimee, my own mother, finally was able to grab my resisting hand and pressed it inwards so that my finger would penetrate her sex fully. She let out a very loud purr of pleasure, and knew it would not be much longer till she orgasmed. And after a long day without love, mother can became very thankful after that initial orgasm!

In the privacy of my apartment, mother gave me no boundaries—she did all that I asked. Well of course she was still my parent, but only acted thusly when the rare occasion arose. She was like a teenager living in sin with an older man—anxious to follow and learn by doing all that was asked of her. After writing this account of the last months, and remembering the beautiful Leslie Ann Duncan and her experienced ass, I knew mother was going to have her ass crammed full of my dick in a very short while. I could hardly wait—either could mother, by the anxious way she wiggled when I teased her anal ring with my finger before plunging it back into her cunt.

It had all started because Leslie Ann always wanted to be a movie star.