Welcome back Lisa with this erotic short featuring family brainwashing and mind-alteration! I'm always happy to have Lisa's weird tales to entertain you guys. If themes of incest and mind fucks are your bag, you'll enjoy this little story about a problem child. Carlos comes into possession of a piece of technology that turns his words into other people's realities. Of course, he uses it to turn his family into a bunch of degenerate perverts.
Problem Child
Luisa's son had a problem, and it was a problem that concerned her. Carlos had been stealing panties from both her and his younger sister. Luisa found the crusted panties tucked under Carlos' pillow when gathering his laundry. Had this been a one-off incident, she may have let it go. However, this was not even close to the first time she'd found evidence of her son's deviant masturbatory habits.
When Carlos arrived home from his college classes, Luisa furiously presented him with the evidence.
"You've gone too far this time!" she shouted, waving the dirty panties. "You have to stop this gross behavior!"
Carlos, however, was not looking at the panties. He was staring at Luisa's big tits. They wobbled and shook as she waved the panties, and when Luisa finally noticed, she reddened with rage.
"You're a disgusting boy!" she shouted. "When your father gets home, he will beat you and throw you out!"
But Carlos shook his head and said, "I think you should listen to me, mama."
"Listen?" Luisa snapped. "Listen to your pervert mouth?"
Carlos held his hand up to his mouth and spoke, but the voice that came out was not his own. It was a low, rumbling voice that sounded like exquisite silk coating her brain with each word. What the words actually said, Luisa didn't know. It was only the effect of the words she understood. And when she heard them, she knew that they were right.
Her face softened. Her shoulders slumped. She blinked twice and looked at the panties in her hand.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. Will you forgive me?"
Carlos lowered his hand and replied, "It's alright, mama. I know how you get when you haven't masturbated in a while. Why don't you go upstairs, put on some lingerie, and get a little sexier so we can talk about it?"
Yes. That was exactly what she needed to do. The voice whispered in her head, so soothing, so calming, so sexy. Yes. She needed to listen to Carlos. He was the sexiest man alive, after all. Who wouldn't want to listen to him?
She handed the panties back to Carlos and trudged up the steps, feeling ashamed of how she'd berated him over something so natural, so sexy. They were just panties. Carlos was only doing what every young man did, stroking his cock off into his mother's and sister's panties. It was so natural. Why be upset about something so stupid?
Really, she should be upset with herself. Greeting her son at the door looking like this? A tank top and jeans? What had she been thinking. She hadn't worn a stitch of lace, hadn't put on her garters, stockings, and to think she'd been wearing flats! Flats! What kind of mother wears flats instead of heels for her son? God, Carlos must think she was repulsive. He might not even want to jerk off with her panties anymore.
The thought made her tremble and her gut twist as she stripped off her unacceptable clothes and replaced them with the right ones. When she returned to the living room, silently praying Carlos would forgive her, her son was seated on the couch. His eyes widened with disbelief when he saw her, and Luisa knew he was on a path to forgiveness.
There was something in the way Carlos looked at her, though, that made her squirm. It wasn't the glance of an appraising son. It was more like the hungry look of a horny young man. Now, masturbating with her underwear was one thing. That was natural, right, and normal. Lusting after her, though?
"You shouldn't be looking at me that way," Luisa said.
Then Carlos spoke into the thing in his hand. The voice that was not quite Carlos', but deeper, sexier, reverberated in her head. Like God himself was speaking the truth of things to her. The sound of it nearly made her touch herself in front of Carlos. But that would be so inapp—would it be?
Actually, she was wrong about that. So wrong. Oh, God! Had she really been about to reprimand her son for looking at her lustfully? What a disgusting thing to think!
"I shouldn't have said that," Luisa said, blushing.
"It's alright, mama," Carlos assured her. "You've been watching too many of those Telemundo shows again. They put silly thoughts in your head. Make you confused."
Of course. That was it. Carlos was right. How could a creature as gorgeous and sexy as him be wrong? It was only one reason she was so deeply in love with him.
Luisa sat in his lap and parted her legs, allowing Carlos to put his hand between them and rub her mound through her panties.
"Have you talked to Rosa yet?" he asked as he slid the crotch of the panties aside and ran his finger through her slit. "About licking her cunt?"
Luisa shuddered as his finger slid into her pussy. She shook her head.
"I… I must have forgotten," she said. "I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, mama," Carlos said and kissed her neck. "I know it's difficult to remember anything that doesn't involve my cock."
Luisa blushed even deeper. It was so true. She'd been thinking about Carlos' cock all day, picturing him stroking it with her panties as she got wetter and hotter.
"We'll make sure you can suck Rosa's cunt when she gets home, okay?"
Luisa nodded and ground her pussy against his hand.
"That will make it better, right?" Carlos said.
It would make things better. Luisa agreed by moaning. Getting to lick Rosa's sweet pussy would make things so much better! Why hadn't she considered that before? Had she? It was hard to remember, given that she'd been thinking about her son's cock so often.
"I like these new thoughts I've put in your head," Carlos whispered. "They make me so hard for you, mama."
Luisa leaned back in his chest and trembled. The voice. The voice had given her those thoughts? It was so confusing. How could the voice make her have thoughts that she'd been having for so long? Not that it mattered. Carlos was the love of her life, and she should be serving him. His erection poked into her ass and she ground against it.
Carlos spent several minutes with one hand on her cunt and the other squeezing her motherly melons, but his erection became insistent. Luisa stood up turned, leaning to push her tongue into Carlos' mouth. She whimpered needily as they made out like high-schoolers, until Carlos finally agreed to give her what she needed.
He broke the kiss by guiding her to her knees in front of him. His cock bulged in his pants. Luisa knew what she needed to do for him. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
"Good girl, mama," Carlos whispered.
Luisa kissed and licked the tip of his cock before taking it into her mouth. Carlos sighed, leaning back on the couch, and set his hand on her head. The sounds of her sexy sucking and moaning, however, proved to be too much for him. Within only minutes, Carlos groaned and pumped his load into her throat.
It's Only Natural
Luisa was cooking dinner when the sound of Rosa dropping her bag on the kitchen floor startled her.
"Mom! What are you wearing?" Rosa shouted.
Luisa looked down in confusion. It was a perfectly normal outfit for a mother to wear. Thankfully, Carlos appeared behind her and explained why it was so natural. That deep, sexy voice had Rosa paralyzed for nearly a minute as she listened.
When Carlos finished speaking, his sister ran a nervous hand through her hair and stammered, "I'm so sorry! Of course, I'll go get dressed."
Carlos patted her on the bottom as she stumbled out of the room.
Half an hour later, dinner was nearly done, and Rose returned to the kitchen. Luisa's mouth watered as she imagined how good her daughter would taste. Better than she looked in that garter and lingerie set, certainly. Luisa fixated on her daughter's hard nipples, poking through the slitted cups her green bra. And when Rosa sat on the table and spread her legs for her mother, her shaved pussy was completely on display in a pair of crotchless panties.
She seemed uncertain when Luisa first kissed her, but her hesitation melted as her mother touched her cunt. The two of them were so caught up in their passionate kissing that they never heard the front door open, signaling Jorge's return from work. They did, however, hear the voice.
It was impossible not to hear something so deep, so sexy. Luisa whimpered into Rosa's mouth at the sound of it. A few minutes later, Jorge stumbled into the kitchen, looking a bit frazzled. Behind him was Carlos.
Luisa and Rosa reluctantly pulled their tongues from each other's mouths and shared them with Carlos. It was only natural, of course. They should greet him this way when he entered a room. Jorge took his seat at the table, and when Carlos decided he was ready to eat, they all joined him.
"I've come to a decision," Jorge said as he poked at his food. "It's about time I moved out of the master bedroom and into the basement."
Luisa's breath caught in her throat. Had she heard correctly? He was finally going to give her and Carlos the space they needed?
"It's only fair to Carlos," Jorge continued. "A young man needs a safe space to fuck his mother and sister."
Luisa put her hand over his and said, "That's so thoughtful, dear."
"You're the best, papa," Carlos agreed.
Jorge ruffled his son's hair and said, "I'll miss that pussy, but you deserve it."
After wolfing down his food, Jorge excused himself to begin moving his belongings into the basement. Luisa and Rosa cleaned away the remains of dinner, while Carlos set up a movie in the living room. They joined him shortly after, cuddling on either side of him.
Luisa couldn't quite recall what the movie was about. She spent most of it kissing Carlos, then kissing Rosa, and rubbing Carlos' cock. The movie didn't seem important compared to that.
What was important was her first time with Carlos. Following the movie, Carlos took her and Rosa up to the bedroom they would now share.
"Strip off," he ordered.
Luisa and Rosa performed a sexy strip tease for him as he lay back on the bed and stroked his cock. When they'd removed everything but their heels, Luisa was given the honor of being the first to take her son's cock.
He put her on her back, setting her heeled feet on his shoulders, and pushed his prick into her depths. While Carlos pumped his cock into his mother, Rosa played with her cunt and licked her mother's tits. Luisa was in heaven. Then Carlos grunted and pasted her insides with warm goo.
He needed a bit of help from his mother and sister to get him going once more, but after a few minutes of sharing Carlos' cock between them, he pushed his sister on the bed. Rosa squealed delightedly as her brother held her face down and humped her big ass. It was so sexy, Luisa thought, as she used her son's cum to masturbate.
When Carlos took a break to recover from his second orgasm, his mother and sister entertained him by finally licking one another's cunts, just like they'd always wanted.
A Little Trip
Luisa was rubbing her cunt before she was even fully awake. Laying on Carlos' other side, Rosa did the same.
"I can't help it, mama," Rosa whispered. "I can't stop."
Luisa nodded, understanding, and said, "I know. It's so hard."
Carlos yawned and stretched, pulling the sheet down to reveal his naked cock. Luisa and Rosa groaned and, even as they continued masturbating, shared his cock between them for the morning blowjob he deserved.
After sharing Carlos' cum, his mother and sister washed his body in the shower. It was only natural. And as they did, Carlos explained the day's plans.
"Dad's been real great giving us space," he said, "and I think it would be nice if he had someone to take care of his blueballs. We'll go over and see Aunt Andrea today. You know how much Dad's always wanted to fuck his sister."
Luisa didn't recall that, but Carlos couldn't be wrong. Thus, after breakfast, they made the drive to Aunt Andrea's home. Jorge did the actual driving, as Luisa was far too horny to do anything but sit in the back and listen to her son.
He spoke to her in that deep, sexy voice, and by the time they reached Aunt Andrea's home, Luisa couldn't stop touching herself. It wasn't always her pussy. Her hands moved all over her body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her cunt, caressing her tummy. She couldn't stop.
When Aunt Andrea opened the door, she looked aghast at the sight of Luisa. Her sister-in-law looked like a cougar, in a ridiculous miniskirt and see-through top. Then Carlos spoke to her in that deep, sexy voice. Andrea moaned out loud, loudly enough to draw the attention of her husband.
"What is goi—God! Luisa! What are you wear—" he began but never finished.
Carlos spoke to him as well, and the four of them all stood motionless as the deep, sexy voice echoed in their heads. When Carlos finished speaking, Andrea and her husband rubbed their temples.
"You should start packing," Andrea said to her husband.
"Of… of course," he agreed. "It breaks my heart things didn't work out, but it's for the best. Your brother will be a better lover than I ever was."
Andrea patted his shoulder and said, "I'll have the divorce papers drawn up as soon as I can."
Her husband nodded, calling for their children to join them in the living room. Carlos and his parents followed them in, seating themselves in the living room. Luisa sat with her legs spread, openly fingering her twat. She wet her fingers with her honey, and then began sucking on them as she used her other hand to keep masturbating.
Andrea stared at her sister-in-law's cunt as they waited. Shortly, her two daughters appeared in the living room.
"Aunt Luisa!" Sherry screeched in horror.
"Jesus! What are you doing?" Brittany cried.
But Carlos spoke to them, and the deep, sexy voice washed over the whole room. The two girls stood paralyzed until their cousin finished. When he was done, Sherry squeezed her tits and said, "It's about time, Mom."
"Yeah," Brittany agreed. "Dad was a total loser. Not at all like Uncle Jorge."
"I'm glad you girls agree," Andrea said. "Now go start packing your things. Don't bring too many clothes. We won't need them."
The two girls blushed and stared at their uncle for another moment before leaving.
"I'll just need to sort a few things out," Andrea said. "Maybe a couple of days."
"I think Dad can handle beating off until then," Carlos said. "Right, papa?"
Jorge, licking his lips as he eyed his sister's legs, nodded.
Full House
During the two days it took for Andrea's family to make their arrangements, Carlos engaged in long conversations with Luisa and Rosa. Luisa just couldn't get the deep, sexy voice out of her head. When she slept, it was in her dreams. When Carlos pounded his cock into her, it was in her head. When he railed his sister, Luisa could feel the deep vibrations of it in her cunt.
When he wasn't speaking to them or fucking them, he worked in the basement with Jorge. Men came and delivered boxes, and more men came and helped with the work. The project went on for the full two days.
Andrea's family arrived soon after, where they joined Carlos in the basement. As Jorge stroked his cock in the corner, leering at the three women, Carlos spoke. The deep, sexy voice held them spellbound as he explained their new living situation.
"So, you see," Carlos said now in his regular voice, "Dad's kind of a loser, but we take pity on him. This," he waved his hand over the newly renovated basement, "is his little party palace."
Jorge clicked a remote and bright party lights began to flash.
"You see," Carlos explained, "we've been working a lot down here to get it ready for you. The lights are just one part. It's really pretty advanced. The flashing patterns are cued up to your brain chemistry, delivering imperceptible signals right into your subconscious. Even now they're reprogramming you. Cool, right?"
Andrea and her daughters stared at the lights as their mouths hung open and drool ran down their chins.
"You don't need to say anything," Carlos said. "I know you can't. Your minds are stuck in a kind of wonderland, where you can hear what I'm saying but you can't actually do anything about it."
Andrea's eye twitched. Jorge clicked the remote again and club music began to reverberate around the room. The three women twitched, jerked, and moaned. For the first song, they held their heads as their eyes bulged. By the time it ended and the next track began, though, their eyes began to shift toward one another.
Andrea was the first to strip off her clothes, but Sherry and Brittany soon followed. The two sisters rubbed their cunts through their panties.
"Now you all get some sleep!" Carlos shouted over the music.
Sherry and Brittany lay on the floor, cuddling and kissing one another. Andrea, though, went to her brother and began grinding her ass against his erection. Carlos, smiling happily, walked up the steps just as the sound of his father fucking Andrea began.
When Luisa came down to start breakfast in the morning, Jorge sat on the couch. His three sex dolls were on their knees in front of him, sharing his cock. It was a very normal and natural thing to see before breakfast.
Once things were ready, Luisa called the family in to the table. Sherry and Brittany, however, had a bit of spat when Sherry tried to sit in Jorge's lap.
"But he said I could sit on his cock for breakfast!" Brittany whined.
"Tough tits, cunt," Sherry said. "I was faster."
Brittany then slapped Sherry's tits and spat, "Bitch!"
Jorge sighed, stood, and unceremoniously mashed Sherry's face into his pancakes. He quickly snatched Brittany by the arm, bent her over the table, and delivered a hard slap to her ass.
"Listen here, cunt!" he shouted. "The only fucker that beats that dumb bitch's tits is me, you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy!" Sherry cried.
"Now, you get under the table and be a good footstool. If you're lucky, I'll kick you in the cunt before I fuck it with a broom."
Sniffling, Brittany crawled under the table, got on all fours, and Jorge retook his seat. He placed his feet on her back. Sherry, he grabbed by the hair and forced her to her knees.
"You've gone and ruined the lovely pancakes Mrs. Luisa made," he growled. "Now lick your slutty sister's asshole until I tell you to stop."
"Yes, Daddy!" Brittany wailed.
Jorge shook his head sadly, saying, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Luisa. These two just have no respect. Really, it's their mother's fault."
Andrea nodded and agreed, "My ex-husband didn't spank me often enough. I passed that on to the girls. I'm so sorry, honey."
Jorge nodded and said, "I'll let you start fixing them. But it'll be a chastity belt for the two of them for at least a few days."
Sherry and Brittany both whined.
"You're such a better father to them than their old one," Andrea said.
Luisa and Rosa sat on a couch in the basement. Between them was Carlos, his cock hard as the two of them stroked it. It was just after lunch, and Luisa rubbed her cunt with her free hand as they watched the show.
Jorge had Sherry and Brittany each in a wooden contraption. The two girls had their whiny mouths plugged with dildo gags, and Jorge stood back to observe Andrea's spanking of the brats.
The girls groaned and cried as their mother turned their asses red, first with her hand, and then with a ping-pong paddle. When their bottoms were glowing and they were in tears, Jorge pushed a ten-inch vibrator into each of their pussies. Getting a second one into their asses proved more challenging, but he was determined and, in the end, successful.
Andrea helped him affix chastity belts to her daughters before he removed the dildo gag from Sherry and replaced it with his cock.
"That's enough of those tears, little slut," he said as he patted her head and fucked her face. "It's just for a day of four, until you can get your head right."
"Papa," Carlos called as Jorge jammed his cock into Sherry's throat. "Abuela is stopping over this afternoon. She heard the news about Aunt Andrea's divorce."
Jorge removed his cock from Sherry's throat and pushed it into Brittany's, saying, "That old cunt's going to be a real bitch about it."
"I'll have a talk with her," Carlos said. "I'm sure she'll come around."
"You're a good boy," Jorge said.
"Well, I had a great papa."
And then he turned to Rosa and pushed her head down on his cock.
***
Carlos met his grandmother at the door, and though his Spanish was good, the old woman jabbered so quickly that only caught every other word.
"Slowly, Abuela. In English," he said, shaking his head.
"Where is she?" Abuela asked.
"They're down in the basement," Carlos said. "This way."
Abuela followed her grandson down the steps and paused in the doorway when she witnessed the debauchery taking place within.
"What is this?" she shouted. "What devil has taken hold here?"
Sherry and Brittany, red-faced and distressed, sat on the couch groaning. Jorge had put clamps on their nipples and pushed the dildo gags back into their mouths. The vibrators buzzed away in their holes. On the TV, hardcore porn played loudly over the speakers. The two girls watched it and desperately rubbed their locked-up cunts through the belts.
Jorge sat back in his recliner, while his sister sucked his cock. He did not watch the porn. Rather, he watched the desperation of the two girls on the couch. Andrea wore a pair of tight booty shorts as she serviced her brother's erection.
"Papa," Carlos said. "I told you to be presentable."
"The fuck you mean," Jorge spat. "This is presentable! I'm not pulling my dick out of this bitch's mouth just because my mama showed up."
Carlos grinned and said, "I think I can explain it to you, Abuela."
The old woman, horrified, turned to Carlos. And Carlos spoke, the deep, sexy voice holding Abuela spellbound. Jorge grunted and came into his sister's throat.
"So, you see, Abuela," Carlos said. "It's really quite normal. Natural."
Abuela wiped a string of drool from her chin, nodded, and said, "Of course. Of course. I don't see what I was so upset over."
"It's your clothes, Abuela," Carlos said. "They're far too stuffy. It makes you think funny things. It's no fit way for a brat to dress, is it?"
Abuela looked down at her clothes, paled, and said, "No! Oh, God!"
Jorge, his naked, wet cock swinging, went to a set of drawers and presented his mother with a garment.
"Put that on, you old bag," he commanded. "I can't even see your sagging udders. It's disgusting!"
Abuela blushed and took the thing from his hands. While she stripped off her clothes, Andrea joined her brother, cuddling in closely to his side.
"Isn't my hubby wubby just the best, Mama?" she cooed.
"Such a hunk," Abuela agreed.
She slid into the mesh bodysuit Jorge had given her, adjusting it so that her nipples poked through the mesh.
"You two whores see that?" Jorge said, turning to the chastity-bound girls. "That's how a real woman dresses. You two should be ashamed, sitting there like a couple of second-rate sex dolls."
The two girls moaned in response and tried to rub their cunts even harder.
The Lawyer
Mia Wong knocked on the door and waited with the folder in her hand. As a junior partner for Weinstein, Epstein, and Cosby, it should not have been her job to deliver fucking divorce papers. That was some bullshit for a paralegal or a courier. However, she was a junior partner, and she couldn't exactly tell the senior partners to fuck off when asked to do something.
She brushed back her black hair and tapped her foot until the door opened. A young man stood there, shirtless, Hispanic, and slightly sweaty.
"Hello?" he said.
"I'm Mia Wong, junior partner for Weinstein, Epstein, and Cosby law firm. We represent Mario Ortiz. I understand this is the new residence for his spouse? Andrea Ortiz?"
"Oh, yes," the young man said. "That's my aunt."
Mia brandished the folder and said, "I just need to notarize your aunt's signature to finalize this paperwork. Is she available?"
The young man stood aside and said, "I'll get her. Won't you come in, Ms. Wong?"
Mia stepped inside, hiding her disgust at the smell of recently cooked tacos.
"You can have a seat in the living room," the young man said. "I'll go fetch her. I'm Carlos."
He put out his hand, which Mia reluctantly shook before wiping her palm on her suit pants. The young man disappeared, leaving Mia to seat herself in the living room. The whole place stank of tacos, sweat, and… was that pussy?
Half a minute later, a dark-haired girl of perhaps eighteen poked her head around the corner. She looked at Mia with wide eyes before ducking around the corner again.
"Mommy!" the girl called. "There's a weird lady in the living room!"
Mia frowned. A weird lady? She fumed as footsteps came down the stairs. Then an older version of the girl rounded the corner and Mia choked on her tongue.
The woman wore a skirt so short that it was more of a large belt. And she did not wear panties under it. Mia's eyes bulged as the girl followed her in, dressed much the same. The pair of them wore pink pleasers and matching white tops. While the older woman's bore the word, "Cunt" on it, the younger's top was emblazoned with the word, "Hole".
"Hello," the older woman said. "I'm Luisa."
Mia made a small choking sound. Luisa sat on the couch opposite Mia's chair. The girl sat next to her.
"Did Carlos let you in?" Luisa asked.
Mia slowly nodded.
"Mommy?" the girl whined and pawed at Luisa's breast.
"Children," Luisa said in exasperation. "Do you have any?"
Then to Mia's further shock, the woman pulled her top up, exposing her bare tits, and the girl began to suck on one.
"Always with the tits," Luisa said, giggling. "No matter how old they get, they can't stop sucking."
The folder fell from Mia's hand.
"You dropped something, dear," Luisa said.
Mia's head snapped toward what sounded like a gang of arguing women coming from the hallway. A moment later, Carlos entered the room. He sat next to Luisa on the couch and began sucking on her other tit.
"What—" Mia began, but suddenly lost her voice as a greasy man with a beer gut entered the room.
While the sight of him was enough to make Mia's stomach turn, the fact that he was completely nude actually made her gag out loud.
"The fuck's this?" the man roared.
Carlos pulled his mouth from his mother's breast and said, "She's the lawyer I told you about, man."
The fat man rubbed his chin as he eyed Mia lustfully. So shocked was Mia that it only just registered the women who had accompanied the fat bastard.
"This is my roommate," Carlos said. "Jorge. Aunt Andrea's husband-to-be. Once the papers are signed, that is."
Mia still hadn't found her voice. The magnitude of the depravity before her wasn't something her brain was fit to handle. The individual pieces of the scene fell into place one by one.
The fat man held a leash in either hand. On the end of each leash was a girl, and each girl wore a collar. Their mouths were plugged with some kind of gag, and drool leaked out around it, running hot down their chins. Their eyes were soft, dull, and worshipful as they sat on their knees and looked up at the man like a pair of puppies.
The first woman who entered behind him was older, old enough to have no business dressing the way she did. Her body was encased in a mesh bodysuit, through which her nipples protruded. The bodysuit was open at the crotch, and she had one hand currently between her legs.
The second woman was nearly the same age as the fat man, and she wore her hair in pigtails. The white cropped top stretched lewdly across her tits stating, "I love my boyfriend," in bold red letters. She carried a cigar in one hand, which she put to the man's mouth. He inhaled, blew out a thick cloud in her face, and followed it with a belch so loud Mia swore it shook the house.
When Mia's mind had finally processed all of these things, she was further thrown when the two women began taking turns lovingly caressing the man's cock and kissing his neck.
"You two bitches mind your manners," Jorge growled. "There's company!"
The younger woman giggled, while the older one blushed and said, "God, he's such a dreamboat!"
"What's your name, lady?" Jorge demanded.
"Mia?" Mia squeaked.
"You got a nice rack, Mia. Real nice for a skinny slut."
"A—what?" Mia stammered.
"Shit and fuck," Jorge said, slapping his forehead. "Where's my goddamned manners. Didn't even introduce the familia," He gestured to the old woman and said, "This here's Bratty Mama." He then indicated the younger woman, saying, "And this is Sissy." He finished by lightly kicking the two collared girls in the tits and said, "These are the holes. Perfect little brats."
The two girls moaned around their gags.
Jorge reddened and snapped, "Shit, Ms. Mia. I'm sorry as fuck. I swear, I beat their cunts regular like, but it don't teach them no goddamned manners." He turned his ire on the girls and said, "You two fuckholes even offer to suck on Ms. Mia's cunt for her?"
The two girls shook their heads. Jorge pulled the dildo gags from their mouths, and they breathed deeply.
"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Sherry wailed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Brittany parroted.
"You apologize to our guest," Jorge said. "I taught you better than that!"
The two girls turned and said, "Sorry, Ms. Mia," in unison.
Mia had no idea how to respond. What the fuck was even happening here?
"God, I love you!" Sissy said and pushed her tongue into the Jorge's mouth.
"Such a fucking man," Bratty Mamma said and kissed him as well.
"Ms. Mia," Carlos said, and Mia's overwhelmed mind forced her to turn toward him. "You said you had some papers for Aunt Andrea?"
"Papers?" Mia said.
Carlos pointed to the folder on the floor.
"Papers," Mia said. "Andrea."
"She prefers Sissy," Carlos said helpfully.
"Sissy?" Mia said.
"Yeah," Carlos said. "Hey, Sissy, this nice lady has some papers you need to sign. For the divorce."
Sissy brightened and said, "Divorce? Did you hear that, baby? We can finally get hitched!"
She squealed like a schoolgirl and threw her arms around Jorge's neck, plunging her tongue back into his mouth.
"Aww!" Bratty Mamma cooed.
When Jorge pushed the woman away he said, "Best news I heard all fuckin' day."
He shoved one of the collared girls with his foot and said, "Hole. You go be a good table for Ms. Mia and Sissy. They got important shit to do."
The girl crawled over to Mia and got on all fours, presenting her back. Sissy flounced over happily and asked, "Where do I sign?"
Carlos picked up the folder, removed the papers, and handed them to Mia.
"I… it's… here," Mia stammered, placing the papers on the girl's back. "I'll just need to… to stamp it with my seal."
She handed Sissy a pen with a shaky hand. Sissy looked at in confusion and asked, "What should I write?"
Mia blinked and said, "Your name?"
Sissy's brows knitted in confusion as she thought. And thought. And thought. Mia pointed at the dotted line. Sissy bent forward, and at that moment a squeal erupted from behind her.
Mia peeked around Sissy and gasped in horror. Jorge had gotten to his knees and pushed his cock into the second collared girl. He began fucking her roughly, holding her collar in one hand as Bratty Mamma put the cigar to his mouth.
"Here?" Sissy asked, pointing at the line.
Mia was too stunned to respond.
"That should be fine," Carlos said. "Just make a mark." He turned to Mia and said, "Dumb as a rock."
Jorge grunted loudly as he slapped his hips against the girl's ass.
"Like that?" Sissy asked, offering Mia the pen.
Mia looked down at the paper, where Sissy had drawn a crude outline of a dick on the dotted line. She fumbled her notary stamp from her bag, affixed her seal to the paper, and quickly pushed it back into the folder.
"That will be all," she said quickly.
She stuffed the folder into her bag and got to her feet, however as she took her first step, Carlos said, "Ms. Mia?"
Mia had no intention of stopping. She wanted nothing more than to get out of this fucked up place as quickly as possible. Something in the young man's voice, though, made her pause. It was so deep, so sexy. She turned.
"You'll come back for dinner, right?" Carlos asked, but it was not really a question. It was a command.
Mia's knees went weak, and she bit her lip.
"Dinner?" she said.
"Working a big important job like yours," Carlos said, "you probably don't get many home-cooked meals. Just stop over after you quit your job, and we'll have a nice dinner."
The deep, sexy voice echoed in Mia's head like the voice of God. She nodded her head. Dinner would be nice. And this job was stressful. Junior partner? It was demeaning, really.
"This place could really use a maid," Carlos continued. "And a little ethnic variety wouldn't hurt. Hell, I've never met an Asian with tits as nice as yours, and I'd kind of like to squeeze them while I fuck you."
Mia blushed at the compliment. Coming from such an attractive young man, it was flattering.
"You would?" she asked.
"Yeah," Carlos said and put his arm around her shoulder. He guided her toward the door, his hand squeezing her tit. "We won't pay you, of course. You'll get to cook and clean the place, suck a lot of cock, and I'll even put a dog crate in the backyard for you."
Mia groaned. "You'd do that? For me?"
Tears of gratitude filled her eyes.
"Absolutely," Carlos said. "Just think of how cute your kids are going to be. Mixed heritage, Hispanic and Asian? I'll knock you up at least half a dozen times before I pass you on to Jorge. Just think, the daughters you pop out will grow up to be sex objects just like you."
Mia wiped at her eyes, overcome, and said, "That's too generous."
"I know. I've got a big heart. And a big dick. Why don't you just give it a good suck before you go quit your job."
"Really?" Mia gushed. "You'd let me do that?"
"Only if it's what you really want," Carlos said. "And my mom will want to watch."
Mia sank to her knees in front of him, setting her bag on the floor.
"Hey, Mom! Bring Rosa, so you can watch Ms. Mia suck my cock."
As Mia unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock, Luisa appeared nearby with Rosa licking and sucking her tits.
Carlos pushed his dick into Mia's mouth, and as he fucked it roughly he asked, "I've got some in-laws moving in soon, but this place is really getting crowded. I'll bet a junior partner at a law firm has a pretty nice-sized place, right?"
He pulled his cock from Mia's mouth and beat it on her forehead as Mia said, "6,000 square feet with a pool."
Carlos shoved his cock back down her throat and held her there. "That's a nice start. You know, I'll bet those shithead bosses of yours at the top would be willing to keep paying you a nice salary. It's the least they could do after they all rape you in the boardroom for trying to quit."
Mia groaned and choked on his cock.
"Why don't I come along and make sure they're amenable to the proposal?" Carlos suggested as he jizzed into her belly.
A Lovely Home
After being gang-raped on video, the partners at Weinstein, Epstein, and Cosby were quite willing to continue paying Mia a salary. Of course, since Carlos had brokered the arrangement, while Mia lay on the floor oozing jizz, it was only fair that she sign her accounts and home over to him. He was such a kind young man.
While the home was undergoing renovations, Mia quickly adapted to her role as the family's maid. Luisa was pleased to have help with the chores, as it gave her more time to fuck her son and daughter. Carlos, true to his word, was happy to push his cock into the new maid several times each week, as well.
When they moved into Mia's home, Carlos invited his in-laws over for a housewarming party. Mia, of course, was delighted to be the hostess. His extended family was quite large, which put a lot of strain on Mia, but it was the least she could do to repay Carlos' generosity.
Luisa's sisters, Antonia and Vanessa, as well as their five daughters, arrived with their husbands in tow. After a brief conversation with Carlos, the husbands were sent to Jorge's wing of the home to enjoy their new gay lifestyle. The women, however, Carlos led to the finished basement.
The lower level had undergone the most extensive renovation, and Carlos couldn't wait to show off his newest invention. The room held a number of chairs, each of them with a metal helmet attached.
"It's wonderful, really," he explained. "You'll simply spend an hour each in the chair, and it will rewire your thoughts. You'll be little more than incest-loving fuck slaves in the end. Now that we have some lawyer friends, I'm sure it will be no problem to patent the design and start selling it to rich families all across the world."
Luisa kissed her son and said, "I always knew you'd make something of yourself."
Carlos patted her ass and said, "I know, mama. Why don't you go upstairs and whip Mia's tits for a bit. She missed some lint on my shirt this morning."
"That cunt," Luisa said.
Carlos then ordered the rest of his mother's family into the chairs, and while the hour passed, he used his sister's mouth to pass the time. The group of women shook and moaned as the machines rebuilt their minds, and when it was done, the emerged confused and stumbling.
Their stumbling, however, put them at Carlos feet, where they kissed his toes and professed their love. Carlos sat back, and Antonia prepared his cock while the rest of the women stripped one another and made out for his pleasure. Luisa returned a short time later.
"Just you and Rosa to go, mama," Carlos said.
"Me?" Luisa asked.
"Yes, mama. We need to wipe away the rest of what you were. You're good, but the old you has to go away completely. I need total obedience." Carlos said.
Luisa looked at the chair and trembled. But it was what Carlos wanted. She took Rosa by the hand and pushed her into the chair, placing the helmet over her head. She took the chair next to her, pulling one over her own head. And then the lights filled her eyes.
The God
My son is a God.
Luisa sat at her desk, her belly bulging as she wrote the words in her Bible. It had been Carlos' idea. He was such a bright boy. It was important, he'd said, to write a good book for others to follow. He was changing the world, so that made sense.
The power of his voice was undeniable, as everyone he met had learned. Luisa's writings, as his Head Cunt, would serve to tell others of his power, his love, and how their devotion to him would lead them to rewards.
In the weeks since she'd sat in the chair and cast off the remains of her old self, life had been blissful. She was pregnant with Carlos' child. Thanks to his persuasive voice, he'd gotten other smart men to develop supplements for his harem.
The new drugs were designed to give them all the kind of figure Carlos wanted. Even the ones with tiny tits were now stacked bimbos, each of them fertile, with big asses and child-bearing hips. Once a group of cold fishes, they were now so horny they could hardly stand to be without his cock in them.
Thankfully, they were able to stave off the horniness by licking one another when he was busy fucking one of the others. Our neighbor, Jorge, has a large harem of slutty perverts that we get to play with a lot, too. Four of his sex toys are carrying children, and new ones arrive every week.
That's thanks to Carlos' ingenuity. The lawyers at Mia's former law firm have been a great help getting patents and contracts pushed through. While they were initially reluctant, and only doing it because of the rape tapes Carlos held over them, they've become enthusiastic partners since.
Luisa was eternally grateful to her brilliant son, and as she wrote the tale of his greatness and power for the world, she touched her wet cunt with one hand. The words, of course, were dictated by Carlos, in that deep, sexy voice of his. He was recording the words on an audiobook, too, which would be a bestseller for sure!
Carlos paused his recitation and took a drink.
"I think that's enough for today," he said and rubbed his hard dick against Luisa's cheek. "Why don't we take a break and I'll fill you up, mama?"
Luisa set down her pen and wobbled to the bed, baring her naked cunt for her son. He really was such a wonderful God to serve.
Want more tales of family mind control and brainwashing? Check out Lisa's website and her ongoing BimboTec series for more!
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