Dad’s Mind-Controlled Daughters Chapter 5: Bratty Daughter’s Hot Mom by mypenname3000
Explore Chapter 5 of "Dad's Mind-Controlled Daughters" as the bratty daughter encounters her alluring mom in a tantalizing twist of desire and fantasy. Dive into this erotic tale that blurs boundaries and ignites passions, featuring mind control and provocative scenarios. Indulge in the ultimate fantasy—read now!<br/>
A brat is brought in with her hot mom to be trained by the best dad! , Dad’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
Chapter Five: Bratty Daughter’s Hot Mom
A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2021
Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
Best Dad’s Daughter Services, “Showing young girls how to love their daddies!” was going great.
Three months into it, and I had quit my job and was enjoying life. With three lessons a day, an hour or so each at $300, and I was making $27,000 a month. That was $324,000 a year. I was making $90,000 at my day job. So it was an easy thing.
“Hey, Dad,” Janelle said as she came into the living room.
My oldest was wearing a sexy office lady type outfit. A mini-pencil skirt that barely went past her rump and a blouse that looked like it was perfect for the office save it was transparent and hugged her large breasts, her pink nipples bleeding through. Her blue eyes sparkled and her nose ring gleamed. Though she didn’t look it, she was already two months pregnant.
All my girls were.
“We got a tough one,” she said, staring at her iPad that had the notes for the meeting. As we had established, each of my daughter’s would help out. They rotated who was helping when. Usually, each girl would take a turn that day, but sometimes they would trade-off and I’d have Janelle do a double one day and Sarah do a double the next. Things like that.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, staring at my daughter’s breasts. I had long since gotten over my guilt I had in taking advantage of my daughters and others. Everyone was happy. I was getting messages from happy dads and daughters about how much they loved their new relationships. Even from mothers who found having the daughter in the bedroom spiced up her own sex life. “What’s the problem? Is she one of those girls that really wants to save herself for marriage? Is she a lesbian?”
“She is rebellious,” said Janelle. “Nineteen. Her parents say that she won’t listen to anything they tell her. She sneaks out of the house. Drinks. Smokes pot. She ran away once for three days. They are at their wit’s end. They need something to change.”
“Well, getting nailed by her daddy should do the trick,” I said, pulling Janelle down onto my lap. “Isn’t that right?”
“I was never rebellious, Daddy,” Janelle said, slipping her arm around my neck. “I just like having fun.”
“Too much fun,” I told her.
“Well, now I have fun with you and Tonya and Sarah.” She rubbed her nose against mine. “When you have the best dad in the world, you don’t need another guy. Not like all those poor girls out there. They’ll move on from their daddies one day. They’ll get married. Have other children. And that’s okay. But you know that’s not happening with your girls.”
I put my hand on her belly. I remembered those early days with her mother when Mary first found out she was pregnant with Janelle. I would always put my hand on my wife’s stomach, waiting to feel any changes. One day, I felt the start of her curve that would slowly grow bigger and bigger. I couldn’t wait for Janelle, Tonya, and Sarah to all be at that moment.
“I know,” I said. “The belt buckle has you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Dad, magic belt buckles aren’t a thing. We just realized that day just how awesome you are. How awesome dads are. The media shits all over guys and dads, but they shouldn’t. I love you, Dad. And we’re going to help this rebellious girl to find that same love.”
“Yes, we are,” I said. “Her name?”
“Pita,” she said. “Pita Reyes. Her parents are both going to be here, too.”
My dick twitched. I had discovered something else that I liked. Something that I never thought I would. Of course, fucking a eighteen-year-old virgin was a delicious delight while her father watched and waited for his turn, but to also have fucked his wife before him, to have her gasping and moaning and cumming on my dick while the husband watched was a deviant and exhilarating experience.
Of course, when it was just the mothers, they would really get wild on my cock.
“Naughty Daddy,” my daughter purred, grinding her rump on my cock. She kissed me, her blonde hair brushing my cheek as her hot lips melted on mine.
I kissed my daughter, my hand squeezing her large breast through her blouse. I found her nipple, twisting it. She groaned her delight, her tongue dancing with mine. I savored the taste of her. The delight of kissing her.
My mind worked on the plan. Rebellious daughter… I knew how to handle Pita.
DING-DONG!
The chime echoed through the house. I broke the kiss with my daughter. She licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She slid off my lap. My cock was hard. As I stood up, I adjusted myself in my jeans, brushing the belt buckle.
I truly didn’t have to wear it. Whatever magic had been on it had been imbued into me. No one believed me. To everyone, what was happening was perfectly natural. Something legal and desirable. News was spreading. We had gone viral on social media. Even had an interview with a news reporter.
People were always sending us emails just asking for tips. They came from around the world.
Janelle opened the door and said, “Welcome to Best Dad’s Daughter Services, I’m Janelle, Mr. Daniels’s eldest daughter.”
“Oh, my,” gasped a woman as she stared at my daughter’s outfit. “That’s… That’s a very…”
“Sexy outfit?” asked Janelle. “Well, we’re here to teach your daughter to be sexy for her daddy. Don’t you think I’m sexy, Mr. Reyes? Don’t you want your daughter to be dressed like me to please you?”
“Yeah,” groaned Mr. Reyes. “Mother of God, yes.”
I pushed the door opened more to get a look at the family. Mr. and Mrs. Reyes were standing at the door, the husband a short guy with back hair and a goatee, his wife a busty woman an inch or so taller. She had a curvy body covered by a white sundress, her skin a lovely shade of golden-brown. Behind them slouched their daughter. She wore a hoodie and a pair of jeans, her hands shoved into the pockets. Her nose was pierced and she had her mother’s gorgeous skin, her face youthful and round.
And sneering at me.
“You’re gonna turn me into your puta, Hector,” she said with such loathing. Her eyes flicked up and down my daughter. “Think I’m gonna parade around like that gringa bitch?”
“Pita! You mind your tongue, young lady. I’ll take off my sandal and spank your ass off right here, right now! Apologize to your father right now.”
“For what, Maria?” the girl sneered. “For not wanting to be daddy’s little whore like this puta cunt.”
“Pita!” gasped the mother. “I’m so sorry, Janelle.”
“It’s fine,” Janelle said. “That’s why you’re here. Come in. Come in. We’ll go up to the bedroom, relax, get naked, and have some fun.”
“I’m not getting naked,” snarled the girl. “You can go fuck your father’s little dick all you want, but I’m not some sick freak who wants anything to do with him.”
“Liar,” Janelle said. She motioned them to come in. “Every little girl wants to feel her daddy’s big dick slide into her pussy. Wants to know how she stacks up to your mother. Are you half the woman she is, Pita? Or is she better than you?”