The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Home sweet home.

As I prepared to crash on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom, I spared a moment to settle down and take in the sweetly feminine scent Mom left in the air.

Thea needs to be punished and possibly fucked for her attitude today and really just in general. Even though she apologized and actually protected me back there, that doesn’t negate the fact that she almost got me fucking killed. And besides, I had her begging for a punishment earlier, so I’d just be fulfilling my end of the promise, even if she doesn’t doing that in the first place.

But there’s no rush there; when I’m in Mom’s abode, there’s no worry about anything out of my control going wrong. I don’t need to hold back on using my newfound control or think about building strategies for spreading my hold and whatnot. Having the unrivaled powerhouse that is Mom just here creates a protective bubble that lets me relax. Even if some super-powered idiot comes crashing in the front door out of the blue, Mom can deal with the threat while taking a fucking shower. And god help the person that actually makes her throw a fist. Thea is one of the strongest I know, and her full-powered punch can be blocked by a couple of Mom’s fingers. Honestly, the reason I’m unsure of my mother’s strength is because I’ve never seen her actually use it.

And yet, with all that power, she lost every ounce of it in the span of one day. Funny how life works sometimes. One mistake leads to another, and suddenly she’s obeying her own son under the influence of her very own powers.

I yawned while yanking off my T-shirt to toss it haphazardly on the carpet. The door behind me began to close after giving it a kick.

Right now, I think a short nap is in order. Call me lazy, but I’m feeling, well... lazy. Waiting until the mind-controlling queen herself returns home so I can have her line up my obedient family of dolls seems like the most straightforward option to go with her.

Just as I began to find comfort in my own little bubble, the voice of my ever so caring and gentle (that’s sarcasm) sister came through with a needle.

“The hell you’re doing in there?” Thea said, pushing the door open while giving me an incredulous look as she raised a brow and pushed the door back open. “Mom’s gonna—”

“Mom’s not gonna do shit,” came my unbothered response; I waved away the thought with a hand and climbed up onto Mom’s bed.

Apparently, that was funny to her because after hearing that, my ears picked up the sound of an oddly cute half-chuckle half-snort sound she made under her breath.

Cute is more akin to Lilly’s little sister motif than a Thea thing, so that’s an odd sound for her to make, but I guess being a cute girl is just hard-coded in her genetics, and the whole tomboy punk look she runs with is only her chosen persona.

“Is there something funny? I just want to take a nap.”

“Heh...” Thea didn’t even try to hide her amusement, “Okay, dude. Have fun with that. I think you should back out and stop messing with her, but it’s your life.”

I watched Thea give me a shrug before blowing a strand of her sharp golden locks. That might be the closest she’s been to actually giving me genuine older sister advice.

Obviously, messing with Mom is a suicide mission. Or, it would have been any day before yesterday.

Clearly, that’s not a worry for me anymore.

I yawned again and pulled aside the covers on Mom’s bed. “Do you even expect me to sleep in my room with that huge ass hole?”

My sister is lucky I am as tired as an Ox right now. The incredulous look she gave off was tempting. I wonder if she realizes how hot she is with that whole sharp, slick tomboy look she has going on. That’s ignoring her whole thick, slim, yet strong build that makes me wonder how powerful Mom’s genetics are; that type of build shouldn’t be possible, right?

“Are you even listening to me?” Thea stepped into the room. As if to show off her round hips, she cocked them to the side and rested her hands right on both sides of her curvy rear. Her jeans had enough rips in their fabric to reveal how meaty her legs and thighs were beneath. “Hello?”

Damn, I’m really am fucking lazy as shit right now. Usually, I don’t phase out to the point where I can’t hear what people are saying to me. But I guess with Thea’s whole head-to-toe build, that can’t be helped.

“Sup,” I said, yawning audibly. If Emma were here, that exotic dark-skinned beauty’s lethargic sleep aura would make me crash without warning. “Sorry, I tuned you out. You know. ’cause I’m tired. Do you want something?”

Thea rolled her eyes; she couldn’t understand what had me feeling ballsy enough to be casually lounging around in Mom’s bed. The girl’s ignorance has her believing Mom is still the head honcho of this house.

That title was lost due to Mom’s own overconfidence.

“Whatever,” Thea said, in the most girl-boss way. Is she sure she wants people to see her as a tomboy when she can so easily slip that into her vocabulary? “You can stay here and get grounded later or go to your room and be perfectly fine. But I want you out of my hair later.”

I recline my head onto the pillow behind me. Honestly, I wasn’t really listening to her. If I’m going to be turning this house into a fuck den later, I’m going to need to catch some shut-eye while I can. “Sometimes I want you to stop trying to look so edgy and just let your hair flow out. You have two nice blue eyes, but we can only see one of them. Can you see through your hair? Or are you half blind?” My words were a tired mumble and came out as such; they probably sounded like gibberish. But she said something about hair.

Just as I began to shut my eyes, Thea reminded me of her presence in a short, quick, and incredibly loud way.

“Hey!”

CLAP

“Ahhhk!~” I bolted my head up, a ringing blister pulsing through my ears and ricocheting across my skull. “What the hell?! I’m trying to sleep!”

“No. You’re being a fucking asshole,” Thea had her hands clasped together, no doubt having just come off from a clap that could have permanently damaged my eardrums. I guess that could be healed, but still, that was annoying as shit. “I’m trying to talk to you, dweeb.”

“You could try to talk to me when I’m not sleeping,” I said, hands coaxing my ears.

“My friends are coming over in a bit, so I don’t want to see you at all while they’re here, ’kay?” Shaking her head, Thea turned to leave, but not before raising an accusatory finger, “And I swear to god if you do anything creepy.”

She didn’t need to imply anything else on top of that lingering warning; it was implied things wouldn’t end well for me if I did choose to “do anything creepy” while her bitchy friends are here.

Not that I give a shit. She had eight-teen years to threaten me into doing what she wanted.

Now it’s time for me to do what I want.

And unfortunately for her, what I wanted was alone time and a nap. Heavy emphasis on “wanted.” Because, literally, all my sister had to do was leave me alone.

She didn’t. And now, because of her careless clap, and desire to remind me of her super strength like I could have possibly forgotten, I’m not tired anymore.

I’m annoyed.

“Hey bitch,”

And lazy... I am also very lazy.

Maybe that’s my second power. It’s not fair that Mom has three powers; sure, she practiced and honed them her entire life up until this point of near omnipotence with how absurdly overpowered her abilities are now. But if she can have three powers, I should at least be able to have two.

Anyhow. It was funny watching Thea turn around after hearing me call her a certified “bitch.” If there’s anything she hates (especially when she’s already ticked off), it’s being insulted. I could almost feel the air tighten with how hard her fists clenched as she turned around. And that doesn’t even make sense!

She said something along the lines of, “Excuse me?” before turning around; her only visible eye reflected a glint closely resembling a flame of anger. Then she dared me to say that again while looking me dead on.

And since she insisted, I had to oblige and called her a bitch yet again. Only this time, I added a command along with the insult, and now...

Well...

“Ninety-three, Ninety-four, Ninety-five,”

I felt myself ri and down; the ceiling repeatedly grew both closer and farther as I was brought high and low. Beneath the bed itself was my powerhouse of a tomboy sister doing her due diligence as commanded and getting her reps in.

“This is fun. Thanks, Thea.” I said, and I meant it too. My childish instincts are returning; something as simple as being lifted up and down felt like a relaxing ride, doubly so knowing that Thea insisted on doing this herself.

Why did she?

Well, all I did was command her to be obedient and desire my cock.

And what effective use of Mom’s trigger that was; seconds after the words entered through her ears and tickled the brain that lay behind, she dropped any pretense of anger, and in its place came a longing willingness to do anything for her little brother’s dick.

I was smart enough to mention the part about her being obedient because, with the look in her eyes, I’m sure she wouldn’t have waited for permission to get down on my cock. She was literally salivating; that’s not overexaggerating; I saw her wipe her lips on the back of her palm while asking me if I could put my meat in her.

It’s funny; Thea’s always so cool and punkish. Her most popular emotions are anger, annoyance, dismissiveness, and snark, not...

This.

“One hundred!” Thea finished her reps; I could hear the wet slick to her tongue as if she was still drooling at the mouth from under the bed; with each lift, her mind told her she was getting one step closer to finally achieving her dream of riding her brother’s cock.

Thea dropped the bed, and moments later, I saw her spring up to my left, seemingly unable to stand still (a total contrast from how lax her stance was before). I could see her shifting from side to side, her meaty thighs stroking against each other.

Apparently forgoing the idea of breathing through her nose, my sister was practically panting through her lush lips; only closing them to take a deep heavy swallow as she continued to salivate. Eye was a thing of the past for her; that’s funny because I getting a bruise from her because I was staring at her tits when I was staring at her ass because her jeans ripped on her.

I wasn’t staring like this, but still.

With her heavy chest rising and falling against her casual blue tank top like she’s some rabid animal, Thea said to my cock, “C-C-Can I.. can-c-c-can I... can I t-t-take that in-in me now?”

“Hm?” She’s supposed to be so composed. This is a new side of her that I was willing to milk until her tits were dry.

Speaking of milk.

“I’m thirsty...” I sighed, “Can’t fuck without something to drink, sorr—”

Not needing to hear anymore, Thea turned and practically bolted out of the room. By that, I mean I’m surprised she didn’t break anything; she put her whole body into running out of the room, so much so that there was a noticeable gust of wind left in her wake. I know super speed isn’t her thing, but with thighs like hers, I guess anyone can run fast.

It’s a shame she was so fast; I’m starting to appreciate her rack again; I’d love to see those funbags of melons jiggle.

Comparatively speaking, Mom’s the god that birthed these fine angels of beauty that are my sisters (one sister is more angel-like than the other, but you get my point), so she’s packing much more in every department than her kids. And Lilly does have larger tits for her size and age.

But Thea isn’t holding back in the melon department either; it’s something I tend to forget because when looking at her, the eye is naturally drawn downwards to her slim waist above a massively meaty pound of cake that is her huge jean-ripping ass. And it’s really her collection of biker jackets that hide her chest; she never zips them up (because apparently having them unzipped is cooler and looks more tomboy-like), but it still works to conceal that Mom blessed her with some milk too.

And-

“Cody~! Cody~!” In a sing-song voice that shouldn’t ever come out of my sister’s mouth, Thea bounded back in. Now approaching me in a jog, I was able to fully appreciate her melons jiggling within her tank top.

With some leering, I counted eight consecutive bounces and some cleavage overflowing to boot. I don’t think my older sister minded my staring much, considering her transfection on my dick; he’ll I doubt she even noticed I was staring.

“I.. uh..” losing her train of thought, I watched Thea close her lips again after panting heavy, almost visible breaths into the air. She swallowed another heavy audible gulp before licking her lips. The item in her hand, that being a glass of water, shook and trembled, prompting some of the liquid to spill over onto the floor.

Heh...

The funny thing is, I hadn’t even taken off my pants yet. This is all from just the outline of my boner.

“Thea?”

“Cock?” My sister blinked as if she just ed where she was. By now, her hand was soaked, and half of the water had spilled onto the ground. “I-I mean di-I- I mean... here’s your...”

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t able to finish her sentence since the simple twitch of my cock was enough to shut off her cognizant functions, and she was simply left staring at my boner in silence; her parted lips began to seep spit that coaxed down her chin, a single drop fell into the tip of her cleavage.

To see how long my sister would be broken like this, I chose to just wait.

And wait.

And... wait..

I didn’t have a watch on me, but I swear Thea was just broken for ten entire minutes; she was starting to leak a bit of drool.

That was just because of my fucking dick twitching. What would happen if I pulled it out?

At this rate, we won’t find out if she’s just going to stand there wasting our alone time.

“I’m...” I cleared my throat, “I’m thirsty.”

“Cock~!” Thea yelped; apparently, my voice was the trigger she needed to roll back into action, “Here!” Handing me my requested glass (now two-thirds empty,) she asked, “Can I- fuck me, please?”

“Mm, let’s see...” Taking the glass from her shaking hands, I let the contents gently stir by wobbling the glass between a few fingers. “Oops!”

An “accident” occurred when the glass just so happened to slip from my hands and spill right over her shirt. A large damp water-soaked stain was made on her tank top coated rack, something that should elicit the inner flame that draws Thea’s anger.

But she didn’t even notice, choosing only to stare at my crotch rather than use her super strength to get back at me. The water worked as makeshift glue on the shirt’s fabric with how it showed the defined and round shape of each breast contained in the cups of her bra.

Call throwing water on her rude because it was. But I’m far too high off on this power trip to give a damn.

“Go—” I began to say, but with Thea’s eyes glued to my bulge, I felt like she might not be giving me the focus I deserved.

What is it that she and Mom do when they catch me looking at places I shouldn’t?

I leaned to the side to grab my sister by the chin and force her head to turn toward me. That was easier said than done, she “really” wanted to look at my cock, but with some effort, I was able to peel her eyes off my lower region.

“Go get me something more sweet and cold,” I said, patting her cheek. Usually, my mother and sister force me to look at them while being stern after I’m caught staring.

But I’m a gentle soul.

“Chop-cop!”

SLAP

Her ass erupted into a jiggle fit. Those tight and ripping skinny jeans were ill-fit for an ass that was anything but “skinny.” My sister let out a surprised yelp at the clap but otherwise continued out of the room, giving my cock a parting glance while I appreciated her round swaying rear.

In less than a minute, she returned with a glass of soda in hand, water-soaked top jostling against her wet boobies. She nearly tripped over herself on the way, giving me an unintentional downblouse glimpse as she steadied herself because of her fixation on my tent.

“H-Here! Here!” She said with heavy breaths while approaching with the glass.

“Thank’s I—”

Thea didn’t give me a chance to even steal a sip, “Can you f-fuck me now?”

I purposely chose not to respond; it was fun watching her squirm, “Hm...” Two, three, then four gulps from the glass later, I placed it down on Mom’s nightstand and looked her over. “I need you to do one more thing for me. Then my dick is all yours.”

To further entice her, I pulled down my slacks and let the tent that my cock made in my boxers poke high into the air. Thea, acting like an obedient puppy just waiting for her master to give the green light to dig into its bowl, stood erect with pure, unfiltered focus on my prick. I don’t think she realized she was leaking some drool through the corner of her lips, nor the fact that her panties were so soaked that the extremely tight jeans she had glued to her thick lower half were beginning to create a damp splotch of her own.

“Heh,” I chuckled into the glass in my hand while taking another swig. She really did lose her cool. What a fall from grace; I wish I was filming her.

“A-All- All-A-Al-All...” Thea struggled through her words; the only thought swimming through that mind of hers was my erect cock; thinking of words must have posed a problem.

“Yep, all yours.” I took another sip, “Ah~ but first. I need you to do one more thing—”

“Anything!” To my surprise, she went from a mindless animal that wants nothing more than cock, to someone that is fully able to think and function and use her ability with expert care. Because, in the blink of an eye, she tore her eyes away from my cock and lifted up Mom’s entire bed with just one hand. She did so as effortlessly as someone bringing a plate of food up to their face, which is effectively what she did as in that short span of time, I was brought up directly to her face, “I’ll do anything! What is it?” She panted right into my face, her breath smelling awfully sweet.

“Cool...” I gulped, “First, put me down; you almost made me spill my—”

THUMP

The heavy bed dropped back onto the ground, and while I managed to keep the soda from making a mess before, that wasn’t the case anymore, as now it had spilled over onto the right side of the mattress, soaking the bed sheet.

“I did it! Can you stuff me with your dick now!?”

“No,” I said, grumbling in response while looking at the mess she had indirectly caused. “Give me your shir—”

Before I could finish my sentence, she was already yanking off her tank top, her soaked boobs jiggling and mashing against each other as she made a frantic effort to obey the command.

“Done!” Right in my face was Thea’s balled-up tank top, fully damp in the chest area. She’s not the only one down bad because I instinctively sniffed at her top just from the idea that her boobs were pressed up against this all day. But that title would really go to her bra; I don’t know what I expected, she wouldn’t wear anything fancy, but the plain black bra she had her modestly sized boobs stuffed into had my cock straining even more. Something about seeing juicy flesh flowing over something hit me differently. Women being completely naked has its charms but clothing in just the right places can open the room for an experience just as if not even more tantalizing.

I might make her stick with this simple look of no top, tight bra, and even tighter pants that can hold her fat rear like a second layer of skin.

Or maybe she’ll look good in fishnets? If it was sized just right, her meaty legs and ass could spill between each hole and even stretch between her ass cheeks.

“Can I—”

“Not yet,” It was my turn to interrupt her, “One more thing.” I gave her top one more sniff out of instinct, then used it to soak up the spilled mess of soda she had a hand in creating. “Bring the T.V from the living room up here,”

This time Thea didn’t interrupt me, but she also didn’t wait for me to finish either. I caught her running out of the room halfway through my sentence. But watching her leave is never a negative thing when she has an ass like that, so I didn’t mind. It’s great that she’s not even questioning my orders; that only shows just how much she is desperate for my cock. There was no hesitation, and no real thought, the only goal in her mind was my cock, and everything else was irrelevant.

She came back carrying the sizeable flatscreen television I had requested. “Can—”

“Nope. You’re not done. Set it up.” I ordered, pointing to the desk on the opposing wall.

Actually...

I don’t see myself going back to my cramped excuse for a bedroom anytime soon. Now that I took over this house, I might as well make the master my own; she can sleep in my old room. Or, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let her sleep on the floor in here. Maybe as an occasional treat for myself, she can act as my pillow and get on the bed itself. The point is a master bedroom is for the house’s master, and that title doesn’t belong to Mom anymore.

And, if I’m going to convert Mom’s bedroom into my own personal throne room of sorts, It’s going to need some remodeling. There’s a lot of open space that she just does nothing with; that can’t do.

While watching her set up the T.V., I ogled her round ass; it was pushing her tight jeans to their limits as she bent down to plug it into the wall. Her poor pants met their match with her ass since that specific bend was the straw that created another hole, this time near the lower end of her buttcheek.

I wonder how much money she wastes per month buying clothes that will just end up getting ripped apart by her own curvy ass.

But anyway...

“Pick up that dresser and move it over there.”

Thea’s enhanced strength made remodeling a sitch; she followed her instructions with my cock in mind. Often she’d stumble and pause to stare at my dick while I enjoyed the sight of her strutting around the room to my whims. However, fishing the “treat” out of my pants worked like dangling a stake in front of a starving animal since it made her work even harder.

Good for her.

She dropped the dresser by the walk-in closet where I suggested and turned her hungering eyes to my pumping cock. Seeing her round ass parading through the room and her bra-filled tits jiggling about as she drooled to the thought of my dick was bringing me to the edge.

Watching my hand expertly wrap and pump the girth of my meat seemed to do it for her too. After staring in what resembled a trance while drool began to fill her mouth, she swallowed the large buildup in her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. That same hand inched down to tickle and then openly stroke the sex between her thick thighs.

I learned to be quiet when jerking off; it was the only way to get by without being caught half the time in this nosey house, but Thea didn’t seem to possess that skill; the sound of her heavy breaths filled the room. Just stroking the outside of her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. Granted, those pants were almost glued onto her with how tight they were; they’re skinny jeans for a reason; I bet if I got close enough, I might even be able to make out the outline of her sex with a keen eye and some imagination.

She panted out heavy puffs of air, then inhaled that air right back as she looked on at my cock with a transfixed glint in her eyes, “I-I did it- Cock-C-Cocky-Cer-Cody.”

“Yep, good job. So now I—”

“Can you..” Thea approached the side of the bed; without hesitation, she began to press her crotch against the corner of Mom’s nightstand, grinding it while her breathing intensified. “Fuck me?”

“Well,” I continued to stroke my cock, “After—”

“P-Please fuck me without mercy.” She bit her lip. Her moan came out as a whimper as she pressed the nightstand harder between her legs. “Fuck me like an-an-animal—”

“Um...”

“I-I-need your big fucking cock, please I need it! Make me submit! I’m just an addicted whore~ please! I’ll do- I’ll do anything, fill my pussy with your milk- I-f-fuck...”

Crack

The wooden corner of the nightstand cracked under the strength of her fingers as she gripped it far harder than the object could handle, “Ohhh~” She moaned aloud, her eyes closed only briefly as the rate of her grinding lowered. Gulping audible, she opened her eyes again to resume staring at my cock. “F-FFuck me.. fuck me until I’m knocked out, don’t hold back, I can-I-I will take anything just... fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me!”

Throughout all this, I guess it was somewhat easy to neglect the fact that she could snap me like a twig if she wanted to; that piece of wood was snapped right off as if it were made of tinfoil. And yet, with all that power, she’s here begging me to give her the okay.

But should I?

“Okay,”

Thea literally ripped off her pants. And I’m not even exaggerating here like I often do. It didn’t look like it was intentional, either; she just pulled on it with her fingers, and the material tore apart like cotton. The incredibly round hips that laid before carried her as she launched herself onto the bed, eyes deadset on my cock.

I was startled by how quickly everything happened, and I didn’t do much other than observe and enjoy the pleasure of the as her strong fingers softly encircled my shaft. Her tender and delicate grasp over my dick may have fooled someone into thinking she wasn’t capable of tearing a car in two, considering how swift, destructive, and reckless she appeared to be towards everything else.

Thea climbed further onto the bed, now clad in no more than her plain black underwear; I was met with her huge ass directly in my face as she positioned herself directly beside me. Her ass was so round it wasn’t possible for me to resist. Before she could sit, I gave it a heavy hard wack, and the following SLAP echoed throughout the master bedroom. The had her ass jiggling on even as she remained still, her hand never leaving my member. The prompted her to look back briefly and waggle her ass with a smirk.

Someone’s calmer now that she has her hand on me.

Coaxing my cock, she pumped her younger brother’s shaft until the beginning beads of pre began to trickle, her gentle finger dabbed at the clear blop. Thea raised the tip of her index to her mouth and gave it a quick, delicate lick while extending her tongue. “Mm-ahhhh~”

My sister visibly trembled, her face contorted in pure delight as she moaned her lust-filled breath into the air.

Now, with the prize she’s been seeking directly in front of her, Thea appeared to act significantly more collected. That meer taste of precum worked to tame her inner fire. She moved in front of me, once again positing her ass inches away from my face as she peeled down her panties. Like unwrapping a present, I was graced with the gradual removal of the lucky fabric that got to make out with her sex all day.

The poor underwear was as soaked as the shirt I had purposely dunked water on; her pussy was leaking an unmistakable downpour of lubrication. She was practically dripping her lust right onto it.

Seeing her now-revealed pussy two inches away from me, I could understand how she was feeling. A deep seeded longing, desire for something that shouldn’t be obtainable but happens to be regardless. But the difference here is that I can actually get what I want when I want it.

My nose twitched.

Thea was prepared to lower herself onto my cock, but seeing her sex gave me other ideas.

“Wait, let me get a taste of you.”

“Huh?” The lowering of her ass was put on hold when I gripped onto both sides of her round hips, one hand sinking deeply into her squishy buttocks. She really does have just two massive pillows for cushions wherever she goes. “What are y-ah~”

I couldn’t really hear her because my face went right between her ass cheeks, the goal of her pussy in mind as I let my tongue dive in. And, I don’t know if I mentioned, she has a really large and round rump. Maybe I did bring it up once, yeah, only once, but now I’ll say it twice; her ass is fat with an emphasis on the “ph.”

Two strong, comforting walls of ass meet on either side of my face as I let my tongue dig into the insides of my sister’s snatch; she trembled and shuddered, and I could feel her body naturally shaking from the pleasure being spiked through her core. Something I could appreciate when she would unintentionally thrust against me, allowing for my tongue to have a deeper age.

She made an attempt or two to say something, but her own ass and the saliva-coated breaths she panted into the air didn’t make it very easy to hear her. At one point, she lost some strength due to the lust being bolted into her. My cock was met with a sudden force that was the side of her face from her dropping down onto me; she was still conscious but gave up on holding herself up.

I don’t get it; she wanted to be used and abused, right? Since Mom gave up control over the family, everyone here lost their right to their independence. My sister is no different; she’s basically just a doll with holes that I’m allowed to believe is still in control of her life. The creaking bed frame and clapping of her ass against my face would make it clear that none of the women in this home held any power over me anymore.

Thea’s pussy tasted like a freshly lubricated delicacy, I wasn’t feeling the urge to stop anytime soon, and the lust that my sister was panting right onto my cock made it evident that she didn’t mind. If she did, she had the ability to create a hole in the wall and send me right through it. Hell, she could just thrust back hard enough to squash me with her fat cheeks. But this is here now, just a lust-dazed husk of the bitch she used to be.

Something about her feminine bits drew me in; she always acts like a guy or at least dresses the part. The biker jackets, ripped clothes, spiked collars, tomboy attitude, jagged hair, and covering one eye with said hair. She’d still consider herself one of the girls, but she acted like she was in a gang or the leader of some punk biker gang. Just seeing her like this, practically naked, her pussy turned into my personal meal and her ass being a face-warmer. It doesn’t matter how she holds herself; this is her, stripped down to her core. A hot as shit fuck doll with a big fucking ass.

I pulled myself away from her ass, with one hand sinking deep into her butt flesh while I gave her inner pussy walls one last lick. A line of spit came back with me but snapped and tricked down her thick thigh; the sight of this glorious rump that I had just been between was too much to behold; I gave her buttcheek a kiss and then followed it with a hard slap.

SLLAAAP

“Ahh~” Thea moaned right onto my cock, her hot breath prompting it to twitch. Her mouth was close enough to unintentionally give the side of it a peck on her lips; more pre oozed from the tip and trickled down right onto the naturally curved grove between her upper lip and nostrils.

Was she unconscious?

SLAP

Her ass was sent jiggling again as she breathed out another moan again, giving my cock a kiss; more pre spilled out, its warm ooze trickling onto her lips.

Well, she was awake but resigned to what was happening; I guess the pleasure was enough to satisfy her or bide the urge she had for my dick.

But I’m feeling pretty charitable now; eating the pussy out of a fat fucking ass would do that to a man.

However... I don’t plan on giving it to her in the way she initially wanted.

Firstly,

I reached for my phone on Mom’s nightstand or made a couple of attempts because even without my face hiding between her asscheeks, my sister’s hips were so round that it took a few attempts to find it with her glutes obstructing 60% of my vision.

“Hold this,” I said after turning on the phone and tossing it near her face. She’s usually great at catching things heading for her, but this time the phone just knocked against her and dropped to her side; she just continued to breathe against my dick, her lips pressing onto it.

There’s no way she’s unconscious.

SLLLAP

Once again, my hand was brought to her ass; at this point, it’s by habit; with a butt like that, I really can’t be expecting not to wack it.

Evidently, that clap was all it took to stir her back into high gear; she honestly might have blacked out; at least her boyfriend could have turned off from the lust because, after the hit, she was panting more heavily and made an attempt to push herself up. But the wet soft feeling of her lip leaving the side of my pole was enough of a tease to prompt it to twitch and slap her cheek, pre dripping over her face. And for a moment, I thought the simple act of my cock slapping against her was enough to make her out again.

But no, she did fall back down against it; the pressure made me grunt into her ass, but she only phased out for a moment. Managing to follow through with my command, she took hold of my phone and brought it in front of her between my legs.

“T-Turn on the camera and start filming this,” I breathed between her cheeks, then leaned in to give her pussy another lick.

Similarly, Thea was treating my rod like a lollipop, giving it a lick at the same time as I dived into her fruit. My spike of lust must’ve caught her by surprise yet again as she trembled and shuttered multiple heavy breaths onto my dick in the middle of giving the tip a long drag of her tongue.

“Is..Is it on?” I asked, but she couldn’t hear me with her ass muffling my words, “Is it on?” I repeated after pulling back.

“Ye-ahhh~” SLAP “..yes...” While her ass jiggled from my slap, Thea formulated her words. Though she did so with my dick now serving as a muffle since she had collapsed her head onto my crotch and tried to speak with my cock sticking up between her lips.

“Great, choke on that dick like the thirsty whore you are; you said you wanted some milk, right?”

Giving a smile through her drunken lust, she nodded. “Oh, ye-ahhhhh~!”

“I want some too, but I’ll wait for our milk tank mom to come back. For now, you taste me, and I’ll taste you.” To stir her forward, and because I couldn’t help myself, I gave her ass another hard crack with the palm of my hand, then I cupped her globe as the juicy flesh rippled in my hand.

I think it was the slap that encouraged the flow of life back into her because her mindless panting was put on pause as she raised herself up and positioned her mouth over my dick. Then, upon lowering, I was met with my own wave of bliss; having sensual pressure on my cock is one thing but the wet massaging force that was the suction of my own buff sister’s lips hit in a totally different way.

Her face bobbed up and down the length of my pulsing cock; the sounds were audible and anything but classy or tasteful. Though her gagging was so, the wet slurps and suction-laced pops as her tongue was let free to unleased over my cock almost had me spewing cum like a water fountain. Her ruggurus hunger and enthusiasm held no restraint, as the girl that always perceived herself as a punky tom-boy exhibited her openly slutty and loud sloppy display. The sounds of her wet saliva-secreting hunger boomed throughout the room; its unabashed cry of lip stretching lust from how hard she bobbed, her seal strong enough to jerk my entire member.

That was the queue for me to go in on her as well, but not before adding an extra command, “You’re not allowed to cum.”

She acknowledged such by moaning through the loud cock slurping, or was she doing that anyway.

I didn’t want to eat her cum out of her pussy; it’s definitely not something I ever tried or intend to start doing here, maybe another time when I’m feeling daring. But also, I’m more interested in the fun of her bringing me to release while being forced to keep it in herself. The power I hold over those that should be much stronger than me is intoxicating.

Both sides of her cheeks displayed their sheer squishy nature as my fingers sunk deep into them, her meaty rump flesh spilling between as I dug down between her ass and thighs into her snatch. I could feel her inner wet walls tightening and pulsing around the invading presence of my tongue. She expressed her own pleasure with the wet vulgar squelching sounds as her soft lips and saliva coated, bobbed, and worshiped every corner of my cock. She pulled back only to give the tip of my cock a kiss and then drag her tongue around the top and down below, kissing every inch of my meat and letting her tongue slide around the veins.

I wasn’t masking my own audible spelunking through her cherry cavern. I made sure that each facet of her damp insides was met with my saliva, claiming my big-assed punk of a sister, my DNA forever a stain on her insides (whether she realized it or not).

No explorer can resist the urge to mark their territory. And if I’m going to eat her out, I’d better do it before my cock goes in there. Because then I’d technically be tasting my dick along with her pussy juice, and we can’t have that. Eat the pussy first, fuck it later, thems the rules. Though her juice wasn’t half-bad as a reward on its own, I found myself digging deeper into her snatch simply to see how much she’d leak down my throat.

Using her bubbly buttocks like playdoh, I molested the elastic fatty muscle she calls an ass while my free hand inched down and around her slip waist to fish through and between her under boob and the bra she still had clad to her tits. As expected, her nipples were as rock hard as the cock she was kissing from head to toe. With her nipple between my fingers, I squeezed and twisted it; the warmth contained between her tit and bra added to the hot atmosphere and almost had me sweating; surprisingly, I hadn’t been already. Her hot cheeks were the perfect clapping pillows of warmth, strong enough to clench and break apart watermelons but soft enough to use as a deliberate substitute for a pillow.

Note to self, use her ass for a pillow later.

But anyhow...

“Fuc-kk~” I grunted into her pussy and pulled back. Seeing her bare ass, I had the perfect excuse to rub my face against her rump as I used it to wipe off her juice from my face. (I unironically used to envy the chairs she sat on, so you can understand how desperate I was before yesterday when Mom made her huge mistake.)

I knew I was about to come, but since when did I respect Thea enough to warn her of such? She acted like a bitch of her own free will; this is what we call ruthless karma.

She went back down on my cock. Her lips worked to hold a firm suction as her head went to town, repeatedly bobbing up and down, her mouth stretched and contracted some from the quick force in which she was sucking; then...

I unleashed my load.

Without warning, I grabbed the sides of her head and pushed her down; all the way to the base of my prick. To her genuine surprise, my hot, freshly spewed shower erupted right down against the back of her throat. Thea choked and gagged; her face shuddered as her cheeks visibly puffed from the seed being streamed down into her throat. I let her remain there, shuttering and shaking from my load pouring into her unprepared mouth.

“Don’t swallow. Keep it in your mouth.” I instructed before she could get any ideas.

I’m not sure if she heard me because I was too busy openly motorboating her ass cheeks. It was quite the experience, as her shaking worked as the perfect buffer for my face.

Maybe my balls were able to hold much more cum than usual after Mom’s exceptionally godlike healing powers worked wonders on my meat. But that’ll be nothing compared to when she’s here. Her ability can let me pump out enough ropes to leave their stomachs so beloved every husk in this house will look pregnant.

Alas, for now.

“Fuck..” I pushed Thea’s ass out of my face; the girl’s rear end dropped and bounced to the side of the bed; when my dick was finished spewing the last bits of chode I pulled my sister’s unmoving face off my cock. Her cheeks were puffed out to their max extent; she was doing her best to be the obedient slut I ordered her to become earlier.

Looking at me with curious eyes, I yawned and got my sticky spittle-coated dick right up to her face and used her short hair to wipe it clean. My cock was stuck enough that after transferring the junk to her hair, I was able to stick her spiky tuft of hair over her ear, and it remained there without naturally falling back over her eye.

“There, I think you look cool with one eye covered, but sometimes it’s cute to see both,” I said and yawned again. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”

Thea blinked, unable to say anything due to my command to keep the cum in her mouth; her cheeks looked like a squirrel after being stuffed full of nuts.

Well, she does have some kind of nut in there...

I chuckled at the sight. She isn’t all that scary when in a state like this, huh?

It feels great to be in control, and I owe it all to Mom.

My sister just watched, now sitting up, her thighs pressed together, her head followed me as I hopped off the bed and walked out of the room while grabbing my boxers. I could see her hand teasingly tickle her pussy; the girl must really want to cum, huh?

Too bad.

All that matters is I got to enjoy my own ejaculation.

I stretched beside the bed, clapped my hands together, and gave Thea a nod, saying “Bye.” before heading out.

Out There, I’m at the mercy of others in control of my life. But back here?

It feels good to be in control.

Heh.. Mom used to be able to say that. Damn, I’m really on a power trip; it’s exhilarating.

As I walked out, I noticed Thea’s blue eyes on me. Seeing both of them made her look much more cute and gentle than she usually is when hiding one of her eyes.

“Oops, almost forgot this,” I said, taking my phone and stopping the recording. “Hope you got good angles,”

With that said, I gave my sister a wink and walked out of the room; all the while, she tracked me wordlessly with her blue eyes.