Greg trudged past another billboard with a bright flashing spiral super-imposed over a busty woman leaning forward and holding a bright silver beer can.

“You need to drink Plowers’ light…Make that cock bigger and harder when you drink Plowers’ and show her a good time tonight…”

Greg tried to avoid staring that the hypno-ad, but the billboard was designed to pull him in. He found himself fantasizing about getting a cold, flavorless Plowers after work. His enhanced cock jumped in his pants at the thought.

Ever since the business-owned congress passed the “Freedom to Influence” act, hypnosis had been in widespread use by every business, religion, and scam artist imaginable. You’d think that being constantly exposed to mind-melting hypnotic messages would have peppered society’s resistance to mind control. Strangely, it seemed the opposite was true and most people’s will power had atrophied so far as to be led by whatever product line swung a pocket watch for them.

Ironically, because of this hyper-susceptibility of the masses, no one entity could hold onto control before another swayed people to their cause. The result was a strange negative psychic pressure that allowed ‘free’ society to operate more or less unhindered. However, most people were unprepared for the first wave of hypno-ad’s in the form of subliminal emails urging the victim to increase their bust size, their penis size, to make their bodies curvier, fitter, more muscular. Now there was hardly anyone over twenty that hadn’t succumbed to the body-modification industry and sported an eye-boggling rack or a porn-sized cock and balls swinging between their legs.

Greg adjusted his own monster-sized junk as strolled through his delivery route and up to the front porch of yet another house. He placed a medium-sized box on the porch table and rang the bell. After a few minutes, the door opened and Greg’s mouth nearly dropped to the floor.

Veronica Schuber stared at him, her flowing blonde hair splashing over her starry-eyed morning face. Greg was caught off guard by the slightly older woman’s sparkling green eyes, her high elegant cheek bones, and her plush, sensual lips.

At least he would’ve been taken off guard if he were able to tear his eyes away from Veronica’s stunning chest! Two miraculous tits the size of ripe watermelons peeked out from under the silk, purple robe she had hastily thrown on, their incredible, round curves visible under the neckline. The swell of her bust stretched the sheer fabric to its limit. Greg wondered if the poor woman could even touch her arms together in front of her.

Veronica cleared her throat, smirking at the young man as he jerked his head up, panicked.

“Hope I’m not distracting you,” she said, dryly.

“Oh! No! Mrs…uh,…Sherbert!

“It’s Schuber.”

“Mrs. Schuber…I…uh…have…I have…”

What was he there for again? Veronica cocked her eyebrow at him.

“You have…what?”

“Uh…A package!” he finally spat out, smooth as silk.

“I’ll say,” the woman shot a glance to his crotch, now painful in his ever-shrinking uniform.

“A package you need to sign for!” Greg clarified, holding up the box. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the parcel. Greg’s eyes were on saucers as she hefted the package under one arm while signing the electronic form on his tablet with the other. It was all he could do to keep himself from drooling over her plunging cleavage as she leaned forward. Every now and again, she caught him staring at her from the corner of her eye. She frowned and tightened her robe, clearly less than thrilled to have another booby-brained boy trying to sneak peeks at her girls.

“Alright,” she said, handing him the tablet back. “Anything else?”

Her hand drifted to the doorknob. In an instant, Greg knew two things. He knew he absolutely had to have sex with this busty goddess, and he knew if he didn’t make a move right now, he’d only see those glorious tits again in his dreams. He had to act fast!

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a deep red ruby fixed on a fine gold chain. He had taken some basic marketing classes and learned a few hypnotic techniques. Greg knew that with a little bit of confidence, he could make this big-busted, blonde beauty sing just for him.

“Actually, there is something else!” Greg said, holding out the ruby. He let it dangle just above the woman’s beautiful face, smiling as her green eyes darted to the gleaming gem.

“I was walking by yesterday and I say this very pretty…very shiny necklace on the sidewalk. It wouldn’t happen to be yours, would it?”

Veronica struggled to focus on the gem as Greg let it swing back and forth.

“Uh…no, I don’t think so,” she said, furrowing her brow.

“Are you sure? It looks very expensive and tasteful. I assumed it belonged to a sophisticated, breath-taking woman like…well, like you, Mrs. Schuber.”

Veronica smiled at the compliment, waving her hand at Greg dismissively.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you…and it’s Veronica, by the way,” she said, her eyes still studying the swaying gem.

“Veronica,” Greg repeated, his voice low and just a little softer. “My name’s Greg. It’s wonderful to meet you…it’s very nice to meet new people …it’s nice to make new friends… so interesting to listen to new friends… don’t you think so?”

Veronica blinked a few times, her sleepy morning brain trying to keep up with the strange man and his swinging, glittering crystal.

“Yeah…nice to make…new friends…”

She was gazing closer at the necklace now. Greg let the gem drift just a few inches closer to the woman’s face. Veronica found her eyes crossing just a little bit as she continued to study the gem, eager to help the nice, interesting young man.

“M-maybe it…belongs to my…daughter?” Vernoica said, her words thick and slow.

“Do you think so?” asked Greg. “Look closer. Really think if your daughter ever wore anything this pretty, this elegant. You’d remember if your daughter had something as captivating as this, right?”

“Uhhhh…” Veronica didn’t think she’d ever seen her daughter wearing a ruby necklace, but she was having trouble concentrating. Every swing of the ruby was so interesting, the facets catching the late morning sunlight, beaming them into her eyes. It was so distracting…but still so very nice to watch…

“So nice to watch the ruby, isn’t it, Veronica?” Greg asked, seeing the woman’s eyes begin to flutter, her facial features smoothing. “Your daughter would look nice wearing something like this. You would look nice wearing something like this…such a pretty necklace…it belongs to a pretty lady…”

Veronica smiled.

“You like it when I call you a pretty lady, don’t you Veronica?”

If anyone else had been so bold, the feisty milf would have scoffed and shooed them away, but Greg’s voice was so smooth and deep, and the endlessly swinging crystal was so pretty to look at, she felt herself blushing, basking in the young man’s attention.

“Y-yeaaahhh…” she slurred. Greg smiled and subtly shifted his weight back and forth on his feet matching the sway of the ruby. Soon, Veronica was drifting along with him, her body subconsciously mimicking the motion as it further lulled her mind into a fuzzy, happy haze. Her massive tits followed along, swinging easily back and forth. Greg had to check himself from ogling too hard lest he got too tit-drunk off the compelling motion.

“You are very pretty, Veronica…” Greg said, sliding one foot through the door. “And pretty ladies like to watch pretty things…pretty things like rubies…swaying back and forth…as you listen to my nice…soothing…voice… You like my voice…my voice puts you at ease, doesn’t it? Just like the pretty, shiny red ruby puts you at ease…”

“Yesssss…” Veronica sighed, her eyes sleepily drooping down, a vacant smile spreading across her lips. “…at…ease…”

“That’s very good…And the more you listen to my soothing voice and watch my pretty gem, you feel your body begin to get heavy and sleepy and tired. Just listen to my voice and realize that I’m hypnotizing you and you’re just going to let your mind take a little nap as you just drop deeeeep into hypnosisssss…”

Greg was prepared for anything. Sometimes his subjects just let their head drop forward, sometimes they flopped over completely and he’d have to catch them in his arms before they hit the floor. Occasionally, he’d encounter a stubborn subject who would reject the trance and then he’d have to dodge a vicious slap to the face. Veronica did neither of those and kept her eyes fixated on the beautiful gem as her torso leaned forward, her arms hanging uselessly by her sides, gently brushing her hanging jugs that splayed out, opening her robe slightly. Greg nearly drooled over the endless expanse of cleavage displayed.

“Good, Veronica… going so deep for me…deeply hypnotized…tell me now…tell me you’re deeply hypnotized.”

Veronica spoke as if from a dream. “I…am deeply…hypnotized…”

“That’s right…you will listen and do anything I tell you to do…because you are deeply hypnotized…you will do what I tell you to do…because you are deeply hypnotized…what will you do Veronica?”

“I will do…whatever you tell me…” the woman said, her eyes still swinging back and forth with the gem.

“And why will you do what I tell you, Veronica?”

“Because…I am deeply hypnotized…” she said, no other explanation in her empty head.

“And I am your master.”

“And you are my master…” Veronica echoed. Greg bit his lips and shifted his pants. What was it about mindless submissive women that always got his motor going?

“Wonderful…let’s go inside Veronica and get more comfortable,” he commanded as he stepped past her, keeping her eyes glued to the dangling pendant. He strutted into her house and closed the door behind him. Veronica stared, completely mesmerized, at the gem and Greg took the opportunity to lead her around like a puppet on a string.

“Veronica, are you expecting anyone? Is anyone home right now?”

“No, master…” Veronica droned, her voice a faint echo. “My daughter is out and there’s no one else in the house.”

“Excellent…follow me.”

He led her around her own living room, guiding her to the edge of the couch, her mouth hanging open and the smallest trickle of drool starting to ooze from her lips. Greg lowered the crystal and, with the gentlest push on her shoulder, Veronica’s legs folded and she sat down on the soft edge of the couch.

“Good…sinking down further and further …your body turning to warm heavy sand…your mind floating away with every swing…every sway of the pretty necklace… my voice so relaxing…putting you at ease…”

Veronica only smiled wider as she swayed in her seat, her green eyes magnetized to the sparkling red gem. Greg studied her face, positive she was stuck in her blissful trance. He reached down and carefully plucked up her hand, raising it above her head and let go. It stayed there, her befuddled brain too broken to even remember to drop her arm without his command. Greg took advantage of her hypnotic catalepsy and smoothly entwined the chain holding the ruby through her fingers.

“Swing the ruby for me, dear,” Greg said, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Just enough to keep the pretty necklace going back and forth…all your thoughts going back and forth… sliding left, right, left, and right out of your head… Just keeping yourself empty headed and silly for me.”

Veronica’s hand obeyed Greg’s instructions and kept the necklace swaying in front of her like a beautiful dancer. The voluptuous milf was lost in a magical dream, a dream ruled by Greg’s soft, insistent voice.

“You’re going to feel my hands running down your body now, Veronica…my hands feel so good on your body…every caress I give you drops you deeper…every time I squeeze part of your body,” he gently, but firmly clenched his hand on her shoulder. “You’ll feel pleasure…happy…even a little aroused…”

“Hmmm…yeah…” Veronica mumbled. “Want you to touch me…feels good…happy…horny…”

Greg let his hand stroke softly down her neck. Veronica sighed and her eyes fluttered even more, her pupils rolling up in her head and then back to the ruby. Her body sank deeper into the couch as she gave in to Greg’s control.

The eager young delivery man let his hands wander over her smooth skin, caressing her collar bone and upper chest before curving down and sliding over the fabric of the silk robe, his fingers tracing her massive breasts.

“My fingers feel so nice over the smooth silk…you love being touched, don’t you?”

“Yes, master…I love being touched…” droned Veronica, squirming slightly under Greg’s hands.

“Especially when I tease your nipple like this…” Greg rubbed and pinched the smooth, jutting bud of Veronica’s nipple through the robe as a moan escaped her lips. “Squeezing… pinching…feeling good…feeling aroused and happy…”

“Ah!...Yes!...mmmm, yessss…” Veronica melted under Greg’s hands, her arm trembling as it struggled to keep the gem swinging. Greg gave her a few more tweaks through her robe, smiling to himself as he watched her squirm with pleasure, her pink tongue barely lolling out of her mouth.

“That’s right, Veronica…feeling so wonderful and happy and so, so horny as you sleeeeeep…”

Greg pushed Veronica’s outstretched arm down, sinking the hypnotized woman deep into trance, her mind open to his every suggestion as her head slumped forward, eyes shut. He pulled the necklace out of her hands and whispered softly to her.

“When I snap my fingers, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to show me to your bedroom. You will lead me to your bed and you will feel hotter and hornier with every step. Nod if you understand.”

Veronica’s head drifted up and down. Biting his lip in anticipation, Greg snapped his fingers. Veronica immediately rose to her feet, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She floated down the hall like a sleepwalker as Greg followed, ogling her curvy ass through the short robe. Looking down, Greg noticed a trickle of liquid dotting the floor. He could practically smell Veronica’s earthy musk coming from her dripping pussy.

When they finally arrived at the bedroom, Greg put his hand onto of Veronica’s head gently moving it around in dizzying circles as he spoke “You’re feeling so relaxed, so safe and peaceful, and so horny… you realize you are desperate to fuck….you want to make love so badly and you want me more than anything… you are so eager to get my clothes off and ride my cock so you can cum again and again and again…sound good?”

“Yesss, master…again…and again…and again…” Veronica said, sleepily.

Greg’s boner was at critical levels. He couldn’t take anymore foreplay. He ripped off his shirt and pants, stretching the elastic band of his boxers over his stiff cock and then lay back on the bed.

“Take you panties off, sexy girl. Take them off and come ride me.”

“Yes…” Veronica said with a hungry glint in her eye. “Need to ride you…need to fuck you…”

Greg grinned from ear to ear as the impossibly curvy milf bared her pretty snatch and crawled on top of him, her ginormous breasts squishing against his chest through her robe as she guided his prick into her. He felt the weight of her round hips pin him to the bed and he reached his arms down to lovingly stroke her meaty ass as it rose up and down on his cock. Greg groaned rapturously as she rode him slow and steady, savoring every inch of delicious friction against the walls of her slick pussy. Veronica stared blankly into space, a blissful smile on her lips as her body bounced up and down on Greg’s cock, the easy rhythm further lulling her into her lust-fueled trance.

Breathing hard, Greg reached out and pulled at the silk ribbon holding her robe closed. He nearly came right then as her massive, mind-bending tits swung freely under the loose fabric of the silk. Greg had to breathe deep and get ahold of himself. He knew he should take a break to put a rubber on, but Veronica’s cunt was just too good on his cock and her tits too stupendous to stop.

He bucked his hips faster, anxious for more stimulation. Veronica whimpered, feeling his prick pounding into her deeper, harder, each thrust making her titanic boobs jiggle and wobble for Greg’s amusement. He couldn’t believe his luck and made a note to deliver a ‘package’ to Veronica’s house every day from here on. The buxom goddess was completely under his spell, her thoughts turned to pudding by his hypnotic voice and pretty jewel. She rocked desperately against him, her butt slapping into his thighs, her marvelous tits jiggling like an avalanche of flesh. He was getting so close…

So close…

Suddenly, to his shock, two soft, pale thighs enveloped the sides of his head and the pungent scent of wet pussy slammed into him. He tried to glance up to see what, or rather who, had snuck up on him, but he was finding it hard to concentrate when he was balls deep in Veronica’s pussy. The muscular thighs flexed and twisted, shifting his head back and forth, toying with him like a rag doll.

“Well, well, well,” a velvety voice sounded from above. “What a surprise! And what is my dear mother doing with this young, very distracted delivery boy?”

Greg finally managed to peer up past the womanly hips, past the creamy, large, perky tits swinging above him, and into the crisp face of a young woman with bouncy black curls looking down at him with a devilish smile.

“Hey, cutie. My name’s Valerie. What’s yours?”

“Guh…gaah…” Greg sputtered, struggling to form words as he teetered on the edge of orgasm.

“G-g-g goo goo gah gah?” Valerie laughed. She was a younger, darker-haired version of her mother, her tits only a little smaller than Veronica’s massive rack. “I guess I’ll just call you ‘baby’ since you talk like one. Now what could a handsome baby like you be doing with my mother all alone in our house? Hmm, mom?”

She glanced over at Veronica who was still riding Greg’s cock deeply entranced.

“How did baby face over here get into your pants so quickly, huh?” Valerie pressed. Veronica just continued to ride up and down on Greg’s dick, each delicious thrust evaporating more of her brain. “And why didn’t you guys hear me when I came into the room and took off my clothes?”

“Mmmm…master showed me…something pretty… so nice…” she giggled sleepily. Greg tried to shush her but could only hiss through his teeth, his pleasure centers flying into overdrive. “Made me watch it… made my head feel funny…heavy…sexy… wanna fuck… wanna fuck master… just wanna bounce and fuck and cum and fuck…mmmmm!”

Veronica sang a song of pleasure as she came hard on Greg’s cock, never interrupting the rhythm of their lovemaking.

“Oh, he showed you something, did he?” Valerie asked. “So that he could do what? Hypnotize you or something?”

Veronica sighed in ecstasy. Greg groaned in terror.

“Yesssss…he hypnotized me… do anything master says…”

“Wow!” Valerie said, smirking down at Greg. She squeezed his head a little harder in her thighs, her pussy scent driving him wild. “I was kinda only joking, but it looks like the little baby here really did a number on you.”

She looked past her jiggling breasts to meet Greg’s eyes.

“Not that I’m really surprised. Mommy’s such a dumb little bimbo slut sometimes. No wonder a hot, young delivery guy with a big…erm, package zonked her out of her mind. But what a naughty thing for this sweet baby to do!”

Greg watched helplessly as the younger woman held up her hand to her mother’s face. She began to wave and twiddle her fingers in front of Veronica’s eyes. Part of Greg was terrified, urging him to jump up and leave before he sank into any more trouble, while another part of him just wanted to keep boning this hot, busty mama while her daughter fucked with her head. In the end, he could only watch in fascination as Valerie took away the reins of her mother’s mind.

“Look at my fingers, mom,” Valerie said, her voice slow and soothing. “I never told you, but I learned some hypno with one of my boyfriends before. See my pretty fingers?…See how they make you sleepy and happy… fluttering back and forth… so nice to watch…”

Veronica smiled vapidly as Valerie’s fingers took control of her already weakened mind.

I know that you think you obey your master, but the more you watch my fingers…moving back and forth…up and down…the more you realize that you don’t obey your master…”

Veronica tilted her head like a confused puppy, her body still rising up and down on Greg’s cock.

“don’t…obey…master?” she stuttered.

“No, mom. You obey me…your daughter… you will do anything for your smart, beautiful daughter… won’t you?” Valerie said with a smug grin.

“Y-yesss…anything…for my daughter…” Veronica said, her eyes submissively gliding along with Valerie’s fingers.

“Good…now just keep riding that nice, big cock reeeaaal slow… Get yourself off as many times as you want, but don’t let him cum…slow down when your feel him twitching…give him a nice long teassssseee…”

“Yes…,” Veronica agreed sliding her pussy lips all the way up his length and back down again. “Nice…long…teassseee…”

Veronica slowed her pace, keeping Greg hard as a rock without cumming. All the delivery man wanted to do was blow his wad, then maybe he could shake himself loose from this awkward position. But Veronica’s hips rolling around his cock kept him dazed with arousal, never pushing him quite enough to reach orgasm.

Greg felt Valerie shifting her weight back, but didn’t think anything of it until two creamy tits lowered over his face. His eyes were pulled up like they were drawn by magnets as Valerie swung and jiggled her full boobs right over his head.

He knew he shouldn’t watch, but despite his prudence, he felt his eyes drawn to the gentle, lilting motion. It was such a compelling rhythm that captured his attention and matched the steady up and down… in and out of Veronica’s pussy.

Those tits…they were just…so pretty…

“Oooh…does the delivery man like watching these big tits of mine. I know my boyfriend did. He dropped for them just like you’re going to. Right, baby? So nice to watch them swing back and forth…back and forth… why don’t you just relaaaaxxx…you can trust me…”

That didn’t seem right to Greg. He had just met this buxom girl and hardly face to face. But the more he drifted in and out of Veronica’s cunt…the more he found he wanted to trust the nice young lady pushing her rack into his face, her sweet voice pouring into his ear like honey.

“Trust me… it will feel so good if you just give in… let me tell you what to do… you like to do what I tell you to do… like when I tell you to look at these wonderful tits of mine….”

Greg tried to hold onto his mind. He couldn’t allow the wild young lady to mesmerize him with her tits. Her soft, bouncy tits that just kept swinging…back and forth…again and again…and again…

“Pretty titties… no more thoughts… pretty titties… brain all tired and sleepy” Valerie chanted her nipples bouncing only a few inches from Greg’s eyes. “Keep your eyes on my pretty nipples… so easy to watch… don’t think about it… just follow the nice titties…back and forth…back and forth…closer and closer… and letting it all go right….now!”

Valerie let her chest drop over Greg’s face, smothering him in her soft, warm cleavage. Greg felt like his brain was falling down a deep dark pit as Valerie’s bosom overwhelmed him and he slipped into a deep trance.

“Good…” Valerie cooed to Greg. “Sinking deeper… deep, deep under…all the way down… so nice to listen to my voice and sink under my power… you are under my power now… say that for me…”

“I am under your power,” Greg’s voice mixed with Veronica’s sleepy tones. The busty milf had let herself come to a standstill, her head slumping onto her expansive chest, helpless to resist dropping into trance with her lover, her pussy warming his stiff dick.

“Deep, deep sleep, baby,” Valerie whispered to Greg. “Dreaming wonderful, sexy dreams until I wake you…deeeep sleeeeep…”

Greg finally let himself sink into oblivion with a smile on his face, his head a funhouse of erotic images. Valerie lifted herself off the subdued man and made her way to her dazed mother, sitting on top of Greg’s cock like a laying hen.

“Poor mommy,” Valerie said, brushing her mother’s hair back behind her shoulder. “You were just too dumb and gullible to resist getting taken advantage of. I should have guessed, especially with those big heavy boobies of yours. Your big boobs give you small brains…say that for me.”

“Big boobs give me small brains…” Veronica said with her eyes closed.

“That’s right…so you’re just going to listen to daughter from now on. She’s so much smarter and prettier than you, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes…so much smarter….and prettier…” the older woman mumbled.

“That’s right. That’s why you’re going to let her go out whenever she wants. You’ll let her date whoever she wants to date. And if you have a problem with it, you’ll just realize that you’re incredibly horny and go jill off until you fall asleep and forget all about it…”

“Yes…jill off…forget all about it…” Veronica repeated.

“Good. Time to get off that hard meat and give me a turn!” The daughter all but shoved her off Greg’s lap letting his cock flop onto his belly, shiny and slick with Veronica’s pussy juice.

“Oh, wow! I didn’t think you were delivery this kind of package!” She said, running her hands over his shaft in awe. “You know, I was going to sneak out and hypnotize some dick anyway, but I guess I wasn’t expecting to have a home delivery.”

She toyed with Greg’s prick, keeping him bobbing up and down in a tide pool of pleasure, while she addressed her mother who was sitting dazed against the bed’s headrest.

“Listen carefully, mom,” Valerie whispered into her mom’s ear. “You’re going to just drift here in this nice, sexy trance. No need to pay attention to anything until you hear the door close. Once the door shuts, you will open your eyes and start to diddle with yourself. You’re going to keep going. You’re going to cum as many times as you can until you fall asleep. When you fall asleep, you’re going to realize that all your memories of this morning, all the things you did with the delivery boy will be gone. You’re going to rub them right out of your head, but you will remember to listen and obey whenever you hear my voice or see my pretty tits. Do you understand?”

“Yes…I understand…”

“Good job…” Valerie gave into temptation and reached for Veronica’s boobs, jumbling them around in her hands. “I’m going to love having such an easily led, submissive mommy from now on. And while you’re fucking yourself to sleep, I want you to say something for me…”

Valerie leaned in close and whispered into her mother’s ear. The words slid into Veronica’s receptive mind as she smiled lasciviously.

“Have fun, mom!” Valerie gave her mom a kiss on the cheek as the older woman began to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. Valerie turned her attention back to Greg, still drifting in trance.

“Waking up from your sexy dreams…eyes on my pretty titties…still deeply hypnotized…”

Greg’s eyes opened and immediately focused on Valeries plump breasts, jiggling in small circles as she slowly worked his cock. She gave him a long, firm pull, coaxing his hips forward as he subliminally followed her lead.

“That’s right… such a horny young man… And we know exactly how to handle horny young men like you. It doesn’t matter how smart, how crafty you are. All I need to do is get my hands on your little joy stick here…”

She squeezed his shaft for emphasis.

“And you’d follow me straight into an oven if I made you. So come on, baby…follow me…”

She rose to her feet, her clothes long since discarded on the bedroom floor, and tugged Greg’s cock, cajoling him to stand up. She walked backward, luring him down the hall as she shimmied her tits for him, manipulating him out of the bedroom and onto the living room couch. With a single touch of her finger to his forehead, she had him sink down onto the couch and took a seat next to him, her round hip pressing into his and her silky fingers wrapped around his prick.

“There, doesn’t that feel so good, baby?” Valerie said as she carefully stroked his throbbing hardon. “You just sit back and enjoy…don’t worry about what I’m saying…you can just listen and enjoy… because you trust me… everything I say is the best idea in the world… every time you agree with me, you’re going to feel so hot, so sexy… you won’t be able to help but agree with me… Because I am you goddess… I am your divine ruler… and you would never disobey me…”

Greg let her words seep into his brain, his defenses completely washed away by the flood of pleasure.

“Yes…goddess…”

“See? So obedient already…and that’s good because you’re going to be something very special for me and mom.”

Valerie let her hand slide down his shaft to cup his balls, her hand slick with precum and pussy juice. She clasped his balls possessively, just to the point where he barely felt pain.

“You are going to be our breeding bull.”

Greg was panting, his mind racing. He didn’t want to be breeding bull, did he? He didn’t want to fuck these thick, curvy goddesses again and again until they got knocked up with his kids, their bellies swelling up, their breasts full of rich creamy milk.

He didn't want that at all...

Right?

"Such a horny bull…no brain…only your full balls making all the decisions… just listen to your goddess… you are a bull…”

“I-I am a bull…” Greg repeated.

“You are my livestock,” Valerie said, speeding up her hand

“I am your livestock.”

“You want to fill me up…you want me right now…”

Greg huffed out a ragged breath, his arousal taking over his entire body.

“I …want to fill you…want to fill you right now…” he growled.

Valerie smiled and let his cock go. She leaned her body over the arm rest of the couch, her wide hips facing him, her eager slit peeking out between her thighs.

“Then go for it, bull. Fill me.”

Greg couldn’t stop himself, her grabbed her fleshy hips and let his cock slide past her soft lips, his length pushing against the walls of her vagina. He started pumping, mindlessly like a rutting animal. Valerie pushed back against him and let his thrusts rock her back and forth over the couch. She clenched her pussy around his cock, luxuriating in the sensation.

“That’s right, my baby bull. Too horny to think. Just ready to knock me up and become our docile house daddy. You’ll love spending your whole life serving mommy and me”

Her words just wound Greg up further and was overcome by hir primal urge to fuck, to breed like a mindless animal.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!...fill me up!...fill me with a baby!...Fill me! Fill me! Fill me!... fill me with a baby! Oh!...fill me with a baby!! AAHH!!”

As Valerie crested the first of many orgasms that afternoon, her mother was sleepily pumping a ten inch dildo in and out of her cunt in the other room, her free hand groping her magnificent breasts as she muttered her mantra to herself.

“Fill me…fill me… fill me with a baby…want to have a baby… fill me…fill me with a baby!”

At last, after countless orgasms Veronica drifted to sleep, her mind filled with dreams of pleasing her daughter and her hot, new breeder stud.