See you tonight, Jake," my mom called, her heels clacking on the hardwood as she smoothed her blazer in the hall mirror. She was a fucking goddess--43, but built like a porn star begging to be unleashed. Her navy pencil skirt gripped her wide hips, the back slit flashing meaty thighs that jiggled with every step, and her white blouse was a battlefield, buttons straining against her monstrous tits, threatening to pop and spill her flesh for the world to drool over. She managed some MNC, all corporate queen energy, but to me, she was a walking fetish I'd only recently embraced--a filthy obsession that consumed me whole.
It started a few months ago, just after I turned 18. I was home alone, restless and horny, when I found a pair of her black thongs in the bathroom hamper--crusty with discharge, reeking of her pussy and sweat. I locked the door, pressed them to my face, and inhaled like a junkie snorting his first line. The scent hit me like a freight train--raw, musky, intoxicating--and my cock throbbed harder than it ever had. I wrapped those filthy scraps around my shaft and jerked off right there, imagining her wearing them, her juices soaking through as she bent over, teasing me with that fat ass. That was it--I was hooked, a slave to her stink.
From then on, I raided her laundry weekly, stealing whatever I could get my hands on: satin bikinis, cotton briefs, lace G-strings--all drenched in her musk and slime. I'd stash them under my bed, a growing pile of her unwashed filth, and jerk off into them night after night. I pictured her catching me, her eyes widening as she saw me huffing her sweaty drawers, then bending over, spreading herself wide while I buried my face in her crotch. The thought of her knowing what a depraved pervert her son had become--and maybe even loving it--made me cum buckets.
I got bolder with time. One night, I stretched a pair of her soaked yoga panties over my face, the crotch plastered to my nose, and humped my pillow like a rabid dog, her dried juices smearing my lips. The terror of her busting in, seeing me like that, only fueled the rush. She never did, but the risk made every orgasm a mind-blowing explosion. Now, at 19 and unemployed, I had endless hours to dive deeper into my twisted hobbies. I'd always been a tech geek, and recently, I'd built a nano-bot chip--a little bastard that could possess bodies and bend minds. It was my golden ticket to turn my sick fantasies into reality.
"Later, Mom," I said, cool as ice, leaning on the kitchen counter with a smirk she didn't catch. My hand was in my pocket, stroking the dart gun--my master key to her body. I'd upgraded it last month: no timer, no limits, just pure, unfiltered possession for as long as I damn well pleased. I'd wanted her since that first whiff of her cunt turned me into a drooling, panty-sniffing freak, and now she was mine.
She grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and headed out. I drew the gun, aimed, and fired. The dart nailed her neck--a tiny speck she swatted as the nanochip sank in. She stepped outside, and bam--one blink, I wasn't me anymore. I was her, strutting in those heels, her pantyhose rasping against her sweaty thighs, her bra digging into her shoulders under those heavy, luscious tits.
"Fuck yes," I growled, her voice dripping with sex, low and throaty. I stopped, turned back, and leered at my reflection in the car window--her reflection. Angular cheekbones, red-slicked lips, dark hair pulled tight in a bun. I ran her hands down her curves, squeezing her ass through the skirt, feeling the firm flesh yield under my grip. "Mom, you're a walking cum factory, you filthy bitch," I snarled, licking her lips in the glass. "I'm gonna make you my nasty little plaything."
First move: ditch work. I yanked her phone from her purse and dialed her office. "Hey, Karen," I said, nailing her sharp, bitch-boss tone. "It's Lisa. I'm fucked--flu or some shit. Out all week. Yeah, sucks, right? Email the reports, I'll handle 'em from home. Thanks, babe." I hung up, grinning wide. "Sick? Only sick in the fucking head. Time to get dirty, you corporate slut."
I swaggered back inside, locking the door behind me. My old body was slumped on the couch--drooling, useless, a pathetic shell. "Sweet dreams, you limp-dick fuckface," I sneered, kicking it as I passed. I beelined for her bedroom, her shrine of stench and sin. The air was thick with her--perfume, sweat, pussy juice--a cocktail that made my borrowed cunt twitch. I kicked off her heels, her stockinged feet sinking into the carpet, and faced the full-length mirror, drinking her in with her own eyes.
"Look at this nasty fucking slut," I purred, her voice a wet, sultry dream. "Hey, Jake, you perverted little shit, been drooling over Mommy's body, huh? Sniffing my crusty panties since you turned 18, you disgusting creep?" I hiked the skirt up slow, flashing her pantyhose and black lace panties, soaked through with her sweat and slime. "You wanna ram your cock in me, don't you, you sick fuck? Want Mommy to spread her legs and grind her dripping cunt on your face? I'm all yours now, you panty-huffing degenerate." I groped her tits through the blouse, twisting her nipples until they hardened, pain and pleasure mixing in her gasp. "Come fuck me raw, Jake. Mommy's pussy's aching for her nasty boy--gonna drown you in my hot, sticky juice."
I ripped the blouse open, buttons pinging across the room, her tits bursting free in a black satin bra, the lace biting into her pale flesh. I tore it off, clutched it to her face, and snorted deep--her sweat, her perfume, a sour tang of armpit musk flooding my senses. "Oh fuck, Mom," I moaned, her voice trembling with lust. "You smell like a goddamn whorehouse. Wore this yesterday, didn't you? Sitting in meetings, soaking your panties while I jerked off to your stink at home?" I dropped the bra, still high on her stench, and spun back to the mirror.
Time to play. I yanked the skirt down, letting it pool at her ankles, and stood there in her pantyhose and lace panties, her fat ass jiggling free. I grabbed one of her tits with her left hand, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard, feeling it spill between her fingers--mine to command. With her right hand, I reared back and slapped her ass, the crack echoing like a gunshot. The sting shot through her, my phantom cock twitching as I watched her reflection flinch. "Take it, you dirty sow," I snarled in her voice, spanking her again, harder, the flesh blooming pink. I locked eyes with her in the mirror--her face, my power--cheeks flushed, lips parted, a puppet dancing on my strings. "Look at you, Mom, you fucking slut," I hissed, smacking her ass again, her tit bouncing in my grip. "Jake's owning you now, you sweaty, dripping bitch. Been dreaming of this--spanking your nasty ass raw while I choke your cunt with my dick." Another slap, her skin burning under my hand, sweat beading on her thick thighs. "You're my toy, you juicy whore--gonna bruise this fat ass till you scream for mercy, but I won't stop, you sick pervert's wet dream." I kept going, alternating cheeks, her flesh quaking, my grip on her tit tightening as I leered at her submission--her own son, her fucking god now.
One hand still mauling her breast, I slid the other down from her stinging ass, clawing at her crotch through the pantyhose. "You love this, you filthy fucking whore," I snarled, rubbing her clit raw, feeling it swell under my touch. "Your fucked-up son pawing you, making you gush like a slut in heat. Nasty pig." The pantyhose were drenched, her body begging for more, and I gave it to her, grinding harder as her grunts filled the room.
"Gotta see the prize," I said, peeling the skirt fully off her hips. It hit the floor, leaving her in pantyhose and those black lace panties I'd jacked off to a thousand times. I slid them down slow, drooling over the soaked crotch--dark, sticky, a puddle of her juice and sweat. I dangled them in her face, cackling like a maniac. "Check this, Mom. You're a fucking fountain for me, you sloppy bitch." I smeared the wet patch across her lips, then jammed them in her mouth, sucking hard. Sour, salty, rancid--her pussy juice and sweat coated her tongue as I chewed the lace. "Mmm, fuck yes," I groaned, muffled by the fabric. "You taste like a used cumrag, Mom. Wanna choke on my cock while I finger your tight little shithole?" I gnawed the panties, her fingers plunging into her bare cunt, sloppy and loud, slime dripping down her thighs like a river of sin.
The laundry basket was a pervert's paradise--days of her unwashed filth, ripe and begging to be defiled. I stumbled over, panties still gagging her, and dove in. I pulled out gray yoga pants, the crotch a swamp of sweat and juice, and a pair of white cotton panties--crusty with discharge, drenched in her musk. I held them up, grinning like a psycho. "All those months sneaking these, shitting myself you'd catch me," I said, her voice thick with twisted glee. "Hiding them under my bed, sniffing in the dark, terrified you'd bust in and see me with your sweaty panties plastered to my face. But now? I'm you, Mom. No one to catch me, no one to get caught--just us, wallowing in this sick fucking mess." That hit me hard--her and me, fused in perversion, no boundaries left. I lost it, slamming the yoga pants to her face, crotch over her nose, and snorted like a starving pig, then mashed the cotton panties against her mouth, huffing both. "No more hiding, Mom--gonna drown in your nasty stink!" I roared, sniffing so deep I gagged, her filth choking me as I rubbed her pussy raw, her juices slicking my fingers.
I stretched the yoga pants over her head, the sweaty crotch plastered to her nostrils, and yanked the cotton panties across her face, the crusty juice-stains right under her nose. "You're my fucking drug, you rancid slut," I snarled, snorting deep, her stench frying my brain. I wobbled to my room, her tits swinging free, and grabbed a joint. Back in her bedroom, I lit it, weed smoke curling through her stink. "Look at me, Mom," I said, exhaling as I flopped on her bed, panty-mask on, yoga pants draped like a cape. "Smoking up in your prissy little room, getting blitzed off your sweaty drawers, you stuck-up bitch." I took a hit, the high slamming me, and splayed her legs wide, her cunt a glistening, dripping mess in the mirror.
"Time to fuck myself stupid," I growled, snatching red silk panties from the basket--damp, musky, soaked in her juice and sweat. I wrapped them around her hand and attacked her clit, grinding it like I wanted to rip it off. "You love this, you disgusting pig," I rasped, her voice feral and raw. "Your son fisting your sloppy hole with your own filthy panties. Say it, you nasty cunt." I whined in her voice, "Oh, Jake, rip my cunt apart, make me gush all over your dirty hands!" I laughed, joint dangling as I pounded her, the silk drenched in her slime, squelching with every thrust.
I didn't stop--dug deeper into the basket, pulling out a week-old pair of blue satin panties, stiff with sweat and crusty discharge. I rubbed them against her face, smearing the filth under her eyes. "Been leaking for days, huh, Mom? Bet you fingered yourself in these, dreaming of some fat cock at work, you slutty bitch." I shoved them up her nose, snorting the rancid mix, then grabbed a black thong--ripped at the seam, stained with ass-sweat and pussy juice. I stretched it over her mouth, chewing the string, gagging on her taste. "Eat your own sweaty ass, you nasty cunt," I mumbled, spitting into the fabric as I fingered her harder, three digits stretching her hole wide, her moans muffled by the thong.
The basket was a goldmine--I yanked out pink cotton briefs, the crotch a swamp of pussy juices. "Oh fuck, jackpot," I hissed, pressing them to her face, sniffing the coppery rot. "Squirting for me, Mom? Gonna lick your slutty mess clean." I sucked the stain, her tongue coated in pussy funk, while I humped the air, her hips bucking like a bitch in heat. I piled on--green lace panties, torn and sweaty, wrapped around her neck like a collar; a beige pair, crusty with discharge, stuffed against her nipples to rub them raw. "Wear your filth, you dripping slut," I snarled, drowning in her stink, my senses overloading.
The first orgasm hit like a bomb--her body convulsed, a geyser of cum soaking the bed, and I screamed, "Squirt, you fucking sow!" through the panty-mask. Weed, her stench, the power--it melted my mind into a puddle of lust. I kept going, grabbing a sports bra--sweaty, reeking of gym ass--and scrubbed her tits with it while I fisted her, knuckles deep in her sloppy cunt. "Take it, you rancid bitch," I roared, picturing her choking on my cock. Another climax rocked her, a weaker flood, and I collapsed, gasping, joint smoldering beside me.
Round three was a haze--I smeared her sweaty cunt juice across her face, licking it off the panty-mask, and humped a pillow stuffed with her gym socks and yoga pants I'd fished out. "You're my juice-stained fucktoy," I slurred, cumming again, a shuddering wreck in her filth. Round four--I snorted a pair of purple panties, stiff with week-old sweat, and rubbed her clit with a crusty sock, howling as she sprayed again, soaking the mattress in her slutty mess.
I lay there, her body a sweaty, stinking ruin, the room a haze of weed and pussy rot. The week was mine--no limits, no rules. Then it hit me. I peeled off the panty-mask, leering at her reflection. "Why stay cooped up?" I rasped, smearing her slime over her thighs. "Gonna dress you up, Mom--slutty as fuck. We're hitting downtown, picking up some bitches, showing 'em this nasty, dripping body."
I stood, trembling but raging, and raided her closet for the sluttiest outfit I could find. I settled on a tight red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, the hem barely covering her ass, paired with black stilettos and a push-up bra that shoved her tits up to her chin. I did her makeup heavy--dark eyeliner, red lipstick smeared thick, turning her into a high-end whore ready to fuck the night away. "Look at you, Mom," I whispered to her reflection, groping her ass. "A walking wet dream, and I'm gonna make you screw like one, you dirty slut."
I stepped outside, the cool night air kissing her skin, and strutted to the bar downtown. Heads turned--men and women alike, their eyes raking over her body, stripping her bare with their stares. I could feel their hunger, their filthy thoughts, and it made me wetter, knowing I controlled every inch of this goddess.
At the bar, I perched on a stool, crossing her legs slow and seductive, letting the dress ride up to flash her bare pussy--no panties tonight. A woman sidled up, all curves and confidence, her eyes locked on my cleavage. "Hey, gorgeous," she purred, leaning close. "Mind if I buy you a drink?" I smiled, trailing a finger down her arm. "Only if you promise to make it worth my while, you sexy bitch."
We chatted, her gaze lingering on my tits, and I leaned in, whispering, "Wanna see what's under this dress, you horny little minx?" She nodded, her breath hitching, and I led her to a dark corner, hiking the dress up to show off her dripping cunt. "Touch me, you dirty girl," I commanded, and she did, her fingers sinking into my wetness. I moaned loud, egging her on. "That's it, finger Mommy's cunt right here. Make me cum all over your hand, you filthy slut."
I wasn't done. "Bathroom, now," I growled, dragging her to a stall. I shoved her against the wall, lifted her skirt, and buried my face in her pussy, licking her like a starved animal. "You taste like heaven, you nasty whore," I gasped, my tongue flicking her clit. She moaned, grinding against my mouth, and I finger-fucked her hard, her juices dripping down my chin. When she came, screaming, I licked her clean, savoring every drop. "Good girl," I whispered, kissing her deep, letting her taste herself on my lips.
Back at the bar, I spotted another woman--petite, shy, but her eyes screamed curiosity. I sauntered over, all charm. "Hi, I'm Lisa," I said, my voice smooth as silk. "Mind if I join you, sweetheart?" She blushed, nodding, and we flirted, my hand brushing her thigh, teasing her. "Wanna come back to my place and play, you little tease?" She hesitated, then agreed, and we left, her hand trembling in mine.
At home, I led her to the bedroom, the air still thick with weed and pussy stench. "Got a surprise," I said, nodding at my old body on the couch. "That's my son. He's out cold, but he'd love to watch us, you kinky bitch." She wavered, then smirked. I woke my old body with the chip, controlling both now--her and me. The power was a fucking rush.
I stripped my old body and got us on the bed. She dove in, her hands all over us, kissing my mother's body while I guided my old body to slide behind her, rubbing her clit with my fingers. The dual sensation--her mouth on mine, her pussy clenching around my touch--blew my mind. "Oh fuck, you're so wet," I groaned from my old body, teasing her. From her body, I whispered, "You love my son touching you while I kiss you, don't you, you dirty little slut?" She moaned, "Yes, yes, use me," and I did, driving her wild. When she came, shuddering, I pulled her close, both bodies trembling in sync.
She left, spent and grinning, and I collapsed in my mother's body, soaked in sweat and satisfaction. I'd pushed every limit, but this was just the start. With the chip, I could possess anyone, fuck anything, break every taboo. For now, I basked in the filth I'd created, her body my playground, my fantasies unleashed
When the woman left the house, I ordered my old body to go and sleep and return only when ordered. It slumped on the couch, a drooling, useless husk, knocked out cold by the nano-chip's grip--a limp puppet I'd discarded for something far juicier. I stood in Mom's bedroom, her sweat-soaked, cum-drenched body stuffed into the sluttiest outfit I could rip from her closet: a black leather miniskirt, so tight it sank into her wide, meaty hips like a goddamn chokehold, the hem riding up to flash her thick, glistening thighs, barely hiding that fat, spank-bruised ass I'd been hammering all morning. The top was a sheer red halter, no bra, her monstrous tits bulging out, nipples stiff and slicing through the fabric like they were begging to be gnawed, sucked, twisted raw. I spun her body in front of the full-length mirror, feasting on the sight--Lisa, 43, my mother, now my filthy fuck-doll, her red lipstick smeared into a whorish grin, black eyeliner smudged around her eyes like she'd just crawled out of a backroom orgy. Her dark hair clung to her sweaty neck, the tight bun fraying into a messy crown of depravity. I raked her manicured hands over her curves, clawing her ass through the leather, mauling those heavy tits till the halter creaked under the strain. The nano-chip buzzed in her neck, my perverse master key to this twisted empire--her body, my rules, no fucking limits.
"Fuck me, Mom, you're a dripping cum-whore," I growled, her voice dripping sex, thick with that husky edge I'd jerked off to since I was a kid, picturing her catching me sniffing her crusty thongs. "Look at this nasty slut--built to be fucked raw, gushing for your own sick son." I smacked her ass hard, the crack echoing, her flesh quivering under my grip. "Been dreaming of owning you like this, you sweaty, slime-soaked bitch--now I'm you, and I'm gonna ram every filthy fantasy through your dripping holes till you're choking on my lust." I leered at her reflection, her face--my power--cheeks flushed, lips parted, a toy I'd ram my cock into if I still had it. The rush of possession was a high no drug could match, but I craved more--more flesh, more degradation, more screams to fuel my fire.
"Time to blaze and get fucked up," I rasped, digging through her nightstand stash. I yanked out a fat joint--premium weed she hid behind her perfect-mom facade--and sparked it, the flame kissing the tip as I sucked deep. The sweet, earthy burn flooded her lungs, smoke curling out her nose as I exhaled slow, watching it frame her slutted-up reflection. "Fuck yeah, Mommy's getting trashed," I purred, taking another hit, the buzz slamming in fast, lighting up every nerve--her sweaty thighs rasping in the pantyhose, her tits heaving, her cunt throbbing under the leather. "No rules, no limits--just me, riding your nasty ass into the dirt till it's a stinking ruin." I laughed, a low, dirty chuckle, and puffed again, the room hazing as I twisted her nipple through the halter with her free hand, pinching till it stung. "Gonna get so blitzed I fuck myself brain-dead in your skin, you juicy, festering sow--gonna drown in your rancid slime while I choke you with my perversion."
The air thickened with weed and lust, the bedroom a swamp of rot and sex--stained sheets, crusty toys scattered on the floor, a vibrator still slick from earlier buzzing faintly under a pillow. I staggered to the bed, flopping onto it, Mom's body sinking into the damp mattress, her thighs splaying wide as I ground her cunt against the sheets, smearing her juice into the fabric. "Look at this shithole, Mom," I sneered, her voice slurring with the high. "Your perfect little kingdom, now my filthy playground--gonna trash it till it reeks of my cum and your shame, you sloppy, leaking pig." I grabbed a handful of her tit, squeezing hard, imagining Sarah's face buried in it, her prissy lips sucking for dear life. The thought made my borrowed pussy clench, a hot pulse of need I'd unleash on her soon enough.
The doorbell sliced through the fog, sharp and jarring. I froze, joint dangling from Mom's red-slicked lips, then grinned--some fool was about to stumble into my den of depravity. I swaggered downstairs, her heels clacking like gunfire on the hardwood, hips swaying, tits bouncing with every step. My old body lay sprawled where I'd left it, a drooling lump on the couch. "Stay down, you limp-dick fuck," I sneered, kicking its shin as I passed, Mom's voice dripping venom. I yanked the front door open, and there she was: Sarah, my elder sister, Mom's precious little girl, mid-20s, plain skirt-suit hugging her soft, curvy frame, glasses perched on her nose, trembling like a lamb at the slaughter. Her jaw dropped, eyes bugging out behind those nerdy frames, taking in the sight--Lisa, her perfect mother, decked out like a cheap hooker, joint glowing, tits half-out, leather skirt flashing her meaty thighs, reeking of weed, sweat, and pussy juice.
"Mom?" Sarah stammered, stepping back, her voice a shaky squeak. "What--what the hell--"
"Shut your prissy mouth, Sarah," I snapped, twisting Mom's stern-mom tone into something cruel and gleeful, a whip of control. I grabbed her wrist with Mom's manicured hand, nails digging in, and hauled her inside, slamming the door so hard the frame rattled. "You're not scampering off, you little brat. You're mine now--Mommy's fresh meat to chew on." I blew a thick plume of weed smoke in her face, watching her cough, eyes watering, her good-girl world cracking apart. She'd always been Mom's shadow--obedient, terrified of screwing up, desperate for praise. I hated her growing up, the golden child who got love while I got shit, and now I had her under Mom's thumb--my thumb. Perfect prey for my twisted feast.
She flinched, clutching her purse tighter, voice trembling like a scared kid's. "Mom, what's wrong with you? This isn't--"
"I said shut it, you spoiled little cunt," I barked, stepping close, towering over her in Mom's heels, her cheap floral perfume drowning under Mom's stench of weed, sweat, and dripping slit. I flicked the joint's ash onto her flats, grinning as she jumped. "You wanna keep Mommy happy, don't you? Always kissing my ass, begging for my approval like a good little puppy?" I grabbed her chin with Mom's hand, forcing her to meet my eyes--Mom's eyes--dark and wild. "Well, bitch, Mommy needs some nasty fun, and your whiny ass is my new toy. Strip those pants off now, or I'll tell Dad you're a useless slut who defied me--ruin your perfect little life till you're nothing but a sobbing smear."
Her lips quivered, a pathetic whimper slipping out, but she didn't bolt--too broken, too trained to obey Mom. "Please, Mom--I don't--" she whined, but I cut her off, Mom's voice a brutal snarl. "Pants. Off. Now, you sniveling little shit--or I'll kick your ass to the curb, tell everyone you're a disobedient tramp who spit in my face. You'll be fucked, and not the way I'm about to fuck you." I took a hit off the joint, exhaling slow, smoke coiling around her panicked face. She caved, hands shaking as she fumbled with her slacks, the zipper rasping as they slid down her smooth, trembling legs, pooling at her feet. Pink cotton panties--cute, girly, laughable. I cackled, Mom's voice a harsh, throaty roar. "Look at this whiny little princess--kiddie panties? Bet your pussy's wetter than a drooling toddler's, you mommy's-girl bitch. Gonna soak 'em for me, huh?"
I lunged closer, Mom's heels clicking, and slammed her against the wall, her back thudding hard enough to knock the breath out of her. She gasped, arms flailing, but I pinned her wrists above her head with one of Mom's hands, the other diving straight into those pathetic panties. Her soft hair brushed Mom's fingers as I clawed her, digging in, grinding her clit raw. She yelped, squirming, but didn't pull away--Mom's word was law, and I owned it. "Mom, please--stop--" she sobbed, voice breaking, but I grinned, Mom's red lips curling into a sneer.
"Shut up and spread, you bratty little cunt," I hissed, twisting Mom's firm tone into something filthy and feral. "You've been Mommy's perfect angel your whole life--now I'm gonna rip your prissy pussy wide open and drown you in my slime. Bet you've dreamed of me spanking your ass raw, huh? Well, here's your fucking punishment--Mommy's gonna make you gush like the slutty daughter you've always been hiding." She was dry at first, her body stiff, but I kept at it, mauling her clit with Mom's fingers, feeling her tense, her breath hitching in panicked little gasps. "Oh yeah, you love this, don't you, you spoiled little whore? Mommy pawing your needy snatch, turning you into my dirty little cum-dump. Gonna make you lick my sweaty tits clean after this, you tit-starved brat."
"Mom, no--I can't--" she cried, but I slapped Mom's hand over her mouth, silencing her, her hot breath puffing against Mom's palm. "Quiet, you whiny little slag," I snarled, plunging deeper, two fingers now, stretching her tight, warming hole. "You're mine to fuck with--gonna make you squirt for Mommy, you sniveling bitch, and you'll crawl back begging for more, drooling for my rancid cunt." I twisted her clit hard, and she buckled, a weak, forced orgasm ripping through her, her panties dampening just enough to slick Mom's fingers. Her knees shook, tears streaking her face, but she stayed pinned--Mom's authority was her cage, and I was the goddamn keeper.
I yanked Mom's hand out, glistening with her faint, pitiful juice, and brought it to Mom's lips, sucking slow, tasting her shame--salty, sweet, laced with girly fear. "Mmm, fuck, Sarah, you taste like a scared little virgin who just pissed herself," I sneered, locking eyes with her, Mom's gaze dark and mocking. "Bet you've never had Mommy rip you open like this, huh? Your perfect mother's been dying to ram her fingers up your tight little shithole, hasn't she? Gonna choke on my sweaty panties next, you whining little slut." She flinched, glasses fogging with her tears, but I grabbed her face with Mom's other hand, nails gouging her cheeks, and forced her lips to mine. I kissed her hard, tongue plunging deep, weed smoke and her terror mixing in her mouth as I ravaged her. She gagged, squirming, but didn't fight--too broken, too scared of Mom's wrath.
"Strip, you filthy little princess," I ordered, stepping back, Mom's voice icy and sharp, a blade of command. "Every fucking stitch--now--or I'll tell Dad you're a rebellious slut who spat on me." She hesitated, then obeyed, shedding her blazer, her blouse, that plain bra, those pink panties--standing there naked, trembling, her soft, young body a canvas of shame, small tits quivering, a patch of dark hair between her legs. I bent down with Mom's body, snatching her discarded pink panties from the floor, and brought them to Mom's face, sniffing aggressively, snorting deep like a hog in heat. The musky, sweaty scent of her cunt hit me hard--faintly sweet, sharp with fear, a ripe little tang that made my borrowed mouth water. "Fuck, Sarah, your pussy smells like a goddamn treat," I growled, Mom's voice thick with perverse delight, holding the damp crotch up like a trophy. "Sweet little slut, leaking this delicious stink for Mommy--bet it tastes like candy when I shove my tongue up there, you juicy little bitch."
I rubbed the panties across Mom's face, smearing her lipstick with Sarah's musk, then stuffed them into Mom's mouth, sucking the crotch hard, moaning as the flavor hit--tangy, sweaty, a hint of pissy fear. "Oh fuck, Sarah, you're a walking cum-stain," I rasped, spitting the panties onto her chest, watching them stick to her skin. "Mommy's gonna eat your filthy snatch till you're screaming my name, you sniveling little twat." I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward, and shoved her face into Mom's cleavage, smothering her between those massive, sweaty tits. "Breathe it in, you tit-obsessed brat--smell Mommy's rancid milkbags, get high on my stink while I decide how to ruin you next."
She gasped, muffled sobs vibrating against Mom's flesh, her glasses slipping down her nose. I peeled off Mom's halter slow, letting her massive tits bounce free, nipples hard as bullets, then shimmied the leather skirt down, kicking it aside so Mom's fat ass and sweat-soaked pantyhose gleamed in the light. I pointed at her ass, Mom's voice a low, dirty purr. "Get on your knees, Sarah, and kiss my sweaty fucking ass--lick it clean, you spoiled little bitch, or I'll ram your face so deep you'll taste my shit." She dropped, sobbing harder now, her hands shaking as she crawled forward, pressing her lips to Mom's cheek, tentative, terrified. "Deeper, you disgusting brat," I roared, grabbing her hair with Mom's hand and shoving her face into Mom's crack, her nose mashed against the sweaty, rancid flesh. "Stick that tongue in my shithole, you mommy's-girl slut--taste your mother's filthy ass and gag on it like the desperate whore you are." Her tongue darted out, rimming Mom's asshole, wet and sloppy, and I groaned, the high spiking, Mom's voice quivering with glee. "Oh fuck yes, Sarah, worship my stinking hole--you're my toilet now, you whiny little cunt, licking Mommy clean like a good little ass-kisser. Bet you'd slurp my pussy juice off the floor if I told you to, wouldn't you? Nasty little bitch, born to eat my filth."
I yanked her up by the hair, her glasses tumbling off, clattering to the floor. "Suck these fat fucking tits--bury your face in 'em till you choke," I snarled, thrusting Mom's chest forward, her heavy breasts swaying. She latched on, sucking a nipple, tears streaming as her lips trembled around it. "Harder, you greedy little slag," I barked, twisting her other nipple with Mom's fingers till she whimpered. "Suck 'em like you're starving, you tit-hungry brat--bet you've stared at these your whole life, drooling to nurse again, huh? Gonna milk 'em dry while I finger your sloppy cunt raw." I slid Mom's other hand back to Sarah's pussy, plunging three fingers in deep, pumping hard, her hole slicker now from fear and forced arousal. "Finger that dripping snatch for me, bitch," I commanded, and her shaky hand joined mine, rubbing her clit as I fucked her senseless. "Oh yeah, play with yourself, you dirty little daughter--show Mommy how bad you want her love, you leaking, pathetic slut."
I dragged her upstairs, her stumbling behind me, tripping over her own feet as I hauled her by the wrist. Her sobs rang out, a sweet little chorus to my sadism, and I threw her onto Mom's bed--the same mattress I'd soaked in her pussy juice and sweat earlier, still reeking of weed and rot. I climbed over her, straddling her soft, trembling body, grinding Mom's wet, pantyhose-clad cunt against her thigh, smearing her with Mom's slime. "Feel that, you mommy's-girl cunt?" I hissed, shoving her legs apart wide, ramming Mom's fingers back in, four now, stretching her hole till she screamed. "Mommy's gonna fuck you till you're a sobbing wreck, you pathetic little bitch--gonna rip this pussy apart and make you beg for my fist next time, you dripping slut." She moaned, half-agony, half-broken submission, her body bucking under Mom's weight as I drove her to another weak climax, a pitiful squirt soaking the sheets.
I rolled off, her limp form sprawled beside me, tears pooling on the pillow, her breaths ragged. I propped Mom's head up on an elbow, relit the joint with her free hand, and took a long, slow drag, exhaling smoke as I grinned at her wrecked, naked body--pale skin flushed, pussy glistening, face a mess of snot and despair. "Cry all you want, Sarah, you spoiled little slut," I said, Mom's voice thick with sadistic glee, a low, throaty laugh bubbling up. "Mommy owns your sorry ass now--gonna keep you as my personal cum-rag whenever I want, make you lick my sweaty crack clean every fucking day. Bet you'll crawl back tomorrow, drooling for more, you filthy little brat." I puffed again, the joint glowing red, smoke curling around us as her sobs grew quieter, her spirit crushed under Mom's authority--my authority. "Look at you, fucked out and leaking for me," I purred, reaching over to smear her own juice across her lips with Mom's fingers. "Taste your shame, you worthless little girl--Mommy's juice-slave, that's all you are now, a sniveling hole for my pleasure."
I leaned closer, Mom's breath hot on her ear. "Gonna dress you up next time, you sloppy little bitch," I rasped, exhaling smoke, Mom's voice a low, dirty promise. "Put you in Mommy's filthiest lingerie, parade you around like the cum-slut you are. Bet you'd love that, huh? Walking around with my pussy juice smeared on your face, letting the world know you're Mommy's little whore." She whimpered, a broken sound, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Say it, Sarah. Say you're Mommy's little cum-rag."
Her lips trembled, voice barely a whisper. "I--I'm Mommy's little cum-rag."
I grinned, satisfaction curling through me like smoke. "Good girl. Now get the fuck out before I decide to ram my fist up your ass for fun." She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes, fleeing the room with a broken sob. I watched her go, joint between Mom's lips, the high settling deep, her body humming with power. This was my kingdom now--her flesh, her life, her family, all mine to defile. And I was just getting started.
The morning light pierced through the tattered curtains, a harsh, accusing blade slicing through the haze of depravity that clung to the room like a second skin. I sprawled across Mom's bed, her body a grotesque monument to the night's excesses--sweat-soaked, cum-drenched, the joint smoldering between her trembling fingers casting a faint, hellish glow. The air was a suffocating swamp of weed, musk, and stale sweat, so thick it coated my borrowed lungs like tar, each breath a testament to the filth I'd unleashed. Beside me, Sarah lay bound and broken, her naked body a canvas of ruin--pale flesh bruised purple and black, glistening with tears, snot streaking her flushed cheeks, her wrists and ankles raw and bloodied from the stockings I'd knotted around them yesterday. Her pink panties dangled limply from my hand, still damp with her forced squirts, their musky stench a perverse trophy I pressed to my nose, inhaling deeply, savoring the acrid tang of her shattered dignity.
Yesterday, I'd claimed her, turned my prissy little sister into a whimpering plaything, but now, wearing Mom's skin, my hunger gnawed deeper--craving her flesh, her screams, her soul ground to dust beneath me. I flicked the joint's ash onto her trembling thigh, watching her flinch, a smirk curling my lips as I leaned in close, my voice a guttural snarl dripping with venom. "You think yesterday was bad, you sniveling little cunt? That was just a fucking tease. Today, Mommy's gonna rip you apart--fuck you raw till your throat's hoarse from begging, till your pussy's a leaking, gaping mess dripping with my slime." I pinned her wrists with my manicured hands, nails slicing bloody crescents into her skin, and straddled her, grinding my pantyhose-clad cunt against her belly. The sheer fabric rasped against her bruised flesh, leaving red welts as I smeared my juices across her, marking her like a branded beast.
"Feel that, you ungrateful little bitch?" I growled, my breath hot against her tear-streaked face. "Mommy's dripping cunt owns you now--gonna stain you with my filth till you reek of me, till every inch of you screams mine, you worthless, cum-soaked hole." I rammed four fingers into her tight, unwilling pussy, pumping brutally, her slick walls clenching around me as her sobs rose into a jagged, desperate wail. "Take it, you mommy-obsessed slut--gonna stretch your nasty snatch till it's a ruined wreck," I sneered, twisting my fingers deeper, relishing the wet squelch of her shame. "Scream louder, you filthy sow--let the whole fucking neighborhood hear how much you love Mommy's claws tearing into your needy little cunt."
Her body bucked beneath me, a pitiful squirt soaking the sheets, and I threw my head back, my laughter a throaty, sadistic cackle. "Gushing already, you disgusting pig? Bet you're aching to lick my sweaty ass clean--gonna shove your face in my rancid stink till you choke." I flipped her onto her stomach, her bound limbs straining against the stockings, and spanked her ass with all my strength, the cracks ringing out like whipshots, her flesh rippling from pink to red to a bruised, mottled purple. "Cry for me, you broken brat--Mommy's gonna make you squeal like the pig you are," I snarled, jamming two fingers into her tight asshole, forcing them past the clenching ring as she shrieked into the pillow. "Louder, you nasty little fuck--gonna ream your hole till you're begging me to keep going."
Her second rape left her a shuddering, broken mess, her cries muffled by the pillow as I leaned down, licking the tears and snot off her cheeks, slurping up her salty despair with a perverse grin. "You're nothing, Sarah," I whispered, my voice a cruel, wet caress against her ear. "Just Mommy's toy to fuck and ruin. You've always wanted this, haven't you? Craved my touch, even if it's sick and twisted--admit it, you filthy little daughter-whore." Her sobs faded into a hollow whimper, her spirit cracking under my words, doubt festering like a wound--maybe she did crave it, maybe she was as depraved as I claimed.
I grabbed my stockings from the floor--crusty with dried sweat and pussy juice, stiff and reeking of yesterday's abuse--and rebound her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, yanking the knots tight until her skin tore, blood beading where the fabric bit too deep. Her body splayed helpless before me, arms stretched wide, legs spread obscenely, her bruised ass and dripping cunt exposed like a sacrificial offering. "Stay put, you sniveling little cum-dump," I hissed, my voice a venomous rasp as I secured her, her limbs trembling against the restraints, her whimpers a sweet symphony of pain. "Mommy's keeping you here, all trussed up like the pathetic slut you are--gonna fuck you till you're a drooling shell."
I crawled beside her, my heavy, sagging tits pressing into her bruised back, my sweat-soaked flesh sticking to her trembling form as I wrapped my arms around her in a sick, possessive embrace. Her sobs were a lullaby, ragged and broken, her breath hitching as I nuzzled my face into her neck, inhaling her fear-sweat, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. "Cry all you want, you juicy little whore--Mommy's got you now, gonna cuddle you tight while I dream of ramming your holes raw," I purred, my voice a wet, perverse whisper as I drifted off, the joint glowing faintly on the nightstand, its smoke curling through the stagnant reek of our depravity.
Hours later, the morning light sliced through the curtains, harsh and unrelenting, stirring me awake in Lisa's body. Her skin clung to mine, tacky with dried sweat and cum, her breath a stale mix of desperation and defeat. I shifted, glancing at Sarah beside me--my sister, still bound, her wrists chafed raw, her chest barely rising with shallow breaths. A smirk twisted my lips as pride surged through me. Lisa, my mother, reduced to my toy; Sarah, my next prize. I'd conquered them both, and the thrill of it burned hot in my chest. But I wasn't finished. A sick, delicious idea took root: I'd slip into Sarah's body, use her to defile Lisa's most intimate possessions, and then fuck Lisa senseless with her own daughter's hands.
I reached for the nano-chip gun on the nightstand, its weight familiar, almost comforting. Aiming it at Sarah's neck, I pulled the trigger. The dart pierced her skin, and in a blink, my consciousness lurched free of Lisa's body, flooding into Sarah's. Lisa slumped beside me, a vacant shell, her mind dim without me steering it. Now I was Sarah, her younger, softer form trembling beneath my control. Her pulse hammered in my ears, her skin slick with the residue of last night's abuse. I flexed her fingers, savoring the shift--Lisa's mature weight traded for Sarah's fragile, pliant frame.
On unsteady legs, I crossed the room to Lisa's closet, a grin splitting Sarah's face. The laundry basket beckoned, heaped with Lisa's unwashed clothes--panties, bras, stockings, each piece steeped in her scent, a cocktail of musk, sweat, and faded perfume. I dove in, hands greedy, pulling out a pair of black lace panties, the crotch crusty with dried cum and pussy juice. I pressed them to Sarah's nose, inhaling deeply, the sour tang scorching my senses. "Goddamn, Mom, you reek like a cheap slut," I rasped in Sarah's voice, letting the sticky fabric smear across her lips. I sucked the crotch, tasting Lisa's stale essence, and laughed. "Mommy's dirty little secret--gonna wear your filth like a mask."
I dug deeper, snagging a red silk nightgown, its sheen dulled by sweat stains and lingering perfume. I slipped it over Sarah's bruised body, the fabric snagging on her nipples, the hem teasing her thighs. "Look at me, Mom--your precious girl dolled up in your skanky sleepwear," I sneered, spinning in front of the mirror. The silk clung to Sarah's curves, amplifying the perversity. I grabbed a pair of sheer stockings next, draping them around her neck like a noose, the nylon rasping against her skin. "Maybe I'll choke you with these later, Mom--give you a taste of your own wardrobe."
From the closet floor, I snatched her gray yoga pants, the crotch darkened with sweat and pussy juice, and rubbed them against Sarah's face, smearing the damp fabric across her cheeks. "These scream your gym sessions, Mom--bet you soaked them thinking about all those guys eyeing your ass." I forced her high heels onto Sarah's feet, the leather pinching, and strutted awkwardly, mocking Lisa's poise. "Gonna parade around like you, Mom--maybe hit your office, let everyone see what a slut raised me."
Satisfied with my haul, I turned back to Lisa's unconscious form sprawled on the bed.
Straddling Mom's unconscious body, I grabbed her limp hand, guiding her fingers to Sarah's pussy. "Fuck me, Mommy," I whispered, pressing her fingers against my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "Make your little girl cum with your dirty touch." I forced her fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, her nails scraping my walls as I moaned, "That's it, Mom, finger your daughter's tight cunt--feel how wet I am for you?" I rode her fingers, my hips bucking wildly, her unconscious body jostling beneath me, the yoga pants around my neck filling my lungs with her rancid scent. "Even knocked out, you're making me cum," I snarled, reaching down with Sarah's other hand to pinch my nipples through the blouse, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Look at me, using your own daughter to get off--you raised a slut, Mom, and now she's raping you." My orgasm hit hard, and I screamed, "Cum for me, Mommy!" as I squirted all over her hand, soaking the sheets with Sarah's juices.
The noise jolted Mom awake--her eyes snapped open, glassy and disoriented, her voice a hoarse croak. "Where am I? Why aren't I at the office?" She clawed at her naked body, panic surging as she felt the stickiness between her thighs, clutching the sheets in a futile attempt to cover herself. "My clothes--where are they? What happened to me?" Her gaze darted around the room, landing on the joint smoldering on the nightstand, the discarded panties and stockings, the reek of sex and shame. "This isn't right--I was at work, presenting to the board--how did I get here?" Then she saw me--Sarah, wearing her crusty panties as a mask, yoga pants around my neck, her blouse and skirt clinging to my sweaty frame--and her voice rose in hysteria. "Sarah? What are you doing? Why are you dressed like that? This is insane--I must be dreaming--wake up, Lisa, wake up!"
"Sarah? What are you doing?" she cried, her voice trembling with shock and confusion. She tried to pull her hand away from where I'd left it, still slick with Sarah's juices, but I held it firmly in place, forcing her fingers deeper inside me. "Don't stop, Mommy," I moaned, my voice dripping with perverse delight. "You're making me feel so good."
She shook her head violently, her face paling. "This isn't right--I don't understand--what's happening to me?" She looked around the room again, taking in the disarray, the smell of sex and weed, the joint still burning. "I was at work... I had a presentation... how did I get here?" Her voice cracked as she tried to reconcile her memories with the nightmare before her. "This can't be my daughter--Sarah wouldn't do this. Who are you? What have you done to her?"
I laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You don't remember, do you? That's okay, Mom. I'll remind you." I leaned down, my face inches from hers, and whispered, "I've been using your body, Mom. I've been fucking Sarah, making her my little slut, all while you were out cold. And now, you're awake to see it." Her eyes filled with tears, and she tried to push me off, her strength faltering. "No, this can't be real. This is a nightmare. Wake up, Lisa, wake up!"
But it was no dream, and deep down, she knew it. The stickiness between her thighs, the ache in her muscles, the taste of something foul in her mouth--it all pointed to a reality she couldn't deny. "Please, Sarah, stop this," she begged, her voice breaking. "I'm your mother. This is wrong." I ignored her pleas, grinding harder against her hand, my orgasm building. "Wrong? It feels so right, Mom. Your fingers inside me, making me cum--it's what I've always wanted." And with that, I climaxed again, squirting over her hand, my juices soaking the sheets.
She sobbed, turning her face away, but I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Don't look away, Mom. You're part of this now. You're mine, just like Sarah is." Her eyes widened, a flicker of recognition battling the fog in her mind. "No... Jake? Is that you? What have you done?" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hands clutching at Sarah's arms as if she could pull her daughter back from the abyss.
I decided it was time to drop the mask. Panting, I grabbed the nano-chip gun, firing it at my old body downstairs, blinking back into myself. Sarah crumpled before Mom, who scrambled to her, sobbing, "Sarah, baby, wake up--what's happening to us?" Sarah stirred, rasping in a monotone, "I'm Jake's slave..." Mom's face twisted in horror, her voice a broken whisper. "No, Sarah, you're my daughter--you're not his--you can't be!" She shook her head violently, tears soaking Sarah's hair. "This isn't real--I was presenting to the board--people needed me--I'm not this!"
I sauntered in, joint in hand, smirking as I exhaled a plume of smoke. "I took your body with my nano-chip, fucked Sarah senseless, turned her into my cum-slut while you drooled like a brain-dead cow," I sneered. "You're my puppet now, and she's my toy." Mom's denial surged, her voice a desperate scream. "No, Jake, that's insane--I don't believe you! I had a life--where did it go? You're lying!" She rocked back and forth, clutching Sarah, her mind fracturing. "I was at work--clients were counting on me--this can't be my reality!"
I stepped closer, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. "Your reality's whatever I fucking say it is, Mom. I built this tech, lived out every sick fantasy in your skin, and now you're both mine." She tried to pull away, sobbing, "You're my son, Jake--I raised you better than this--please, stop this madness!" I laughed, "Raised me? You were too busy with your precious career to notice what a pervert I became--now you'll pay for that neglect, you self-righteous bitch."
I pressed the gun's button, and her eyes rolled back, body slumping before jolting awake, her voice hollow, "I'm Jake's slave..." Her resistance shattered instantly, leaving a hollow shell where Lisa once stood. I tossed the gun aside, cackling as I flopped onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. "On your knees, bitches! Suck my cock like the drooling sluts you are!" They crawled to me, their eyes vacant, their movements precise. Mom unzipped me with robotic efficiency, her hands steady, while Sarah positioned herself to lick my balls. There was no hesitation, no plea for mercy--just pure, mindless obedience.
"Choke on your son's dick, Mom," I sneered, shoving her face down as she slurped, her throat gagging, spit dribbling down my shaft. "Lick my balls, Sarah," I growled, her tongue lapping at my sack as I puffed smoke. "Fuck, you're my cum-rags now--gonna drain me dry," I laughed, their sloppy noises a perverse symphony. "Suck harder, Mom--swallow your son's load like the pig you are. Sarah, slurp those balls--gonna keep you both as my cum-drunk slaves forever." I grabbed Mom's hair, forcing her deeper, her gags vibrating against me. "Tell me you love it, Mom," I barked. She choked out, compelled by the chip, "I love sucking your cock, Jake," her voice flat, her eyes dead.
I pulled her off, slapping her face with my cock, leaving wet streaks of spit and pre-cum across her cheeks. "Good girl--now share it with your daughter." I shoved Sarah's face onto my shaft, her lips wrapping around me as Mom licked the base, their tongues meeting in a mechanical, degrading dance. "That's it--fight for your master's dick," I groaned, my climax building as I stood, pushing them both to their knees. "Open wide, slaves--share your master's load." I stroked myself, shooting thick ropes of cum across their faces, coating their lips, cheeks, and hair. They licked it off each other, their tongues intertwining, a final act of submission as I collapsed back onto the couch, lighting another joint, basking in my triumph. "You're mine forever, bitches--my obedient little fucktoys, ready to serve at my whim," I sneered, watching them kneel there, cum dripping from their faces, their spirits crushed.
But I wasn't done. The high of their submission only fueled my hunger. I stood, kicking the coffee table aside, and pointed at the floor. "Crawl to the kitchen, you filthy cunts--time for a show," I snarled, following them as they obeyed, their knees scraping the hardwood, their cum-smeared faces glistening in the dim light. In the kitchen, I tied them to chairs with extension cords, facing each other. "Now, my little slaves, you're going to entertain me," I said, my voice dripping with malice. "Finger each other until you cum, and make it good."
Mom and Sarah looked at each other, their eyes empty, the chip compelling them to obey without question. Mom reached out with her bound hands, her fingers sliding into Sarah's pussy. Sarah mirrored her, her fingers plunging into Mom's wet folds. They began to masturbate each other, their movements mechanical, their faces blank. "That's it, you filthy sluts," I taunted, filming them with my phone. "Show me how much you love pleasuring each other for your master's amusement." Mom's fingers worked Sarah's clit, while Sarah pumped two fingers into Mom's cunt, their breaths quickening, their bodies responding despite their lack of will.
"Cum for me, bitches," I commanded, and they did, their orgasms ripping through them, their juices flowing over each other's hands. I laughed, zooming in on their flushed faces. "Perfect. This will make a great addition to my collection." They sat there, hands still between each other's thighs, staring blankly ahead, no trace of resistance or emotion--just obedient shells fulfilling my orders.
By nightfall, they were exhausted, their bodies broken beyond repair. I dragged them back to the bedroom, tossing them onto the cum-stained sheets. "One last game, bitches--please your master," I said, lying back as they knelt between my legs. Mom took my cock, Sarah my balls, their mouths working in unison, a grotesque harmony of slurps and gags. "Tell me you love me," I demanded, and they mumbled through their full mouths, "We love you, Jake," their voices hollow, their eyes vacant.
I came hard, painting their faces again, and rolled over, lighting a fresh joint as they collapsed beside me, cum dripping from their chins. "Sleep tight, my little fucktoys--tomorrow's another day of fun," I muttered, the smoke curling around us as I drifted off, their silence the last sound I heard.