Maxine woke the next day feeling refreshed, with a sense of purpose. She slid out of bed, ignoring the musty smell of the sheets and stretched, naked, before grabbing her phone. She messaged Amber;

Hi Amber, thank you so much for reaching out – I’m so sorry about what happened yesterday, I’d love to talk to you in person about it. Can you come round for dinner tonight? Love, Maxine xxx

She then messaged her office, saying she’d developed the flu and wouldn’t be in for a few days, apologising and writing a quick handover. Maxine was a senior accountant at a successful law firm and was paid well for it, meaning she could afford a nice big house for her and Brianna. Her phone pinged with a reply from Amber.

Thanks Mrs Grant! I’ll be round at 6 x

Maxine’s stomach fluttered with excitement at the idea that she’d not completely ruined with things with Amber Mistress. She’d need to pull out all the stops tonight to make it up to her. Her phone pinged again;

Mami G send a sexy selfie then forget all about it x

Maxine walked over to the full length mirror and admired herself. She’d always taken care of herself, and though her F cup breasts big jugs made it hard for her to do some sports, her workouts and diet meant she looked damn good for 37, plus her skin care routine meant her dark skin was flawless.

She arched her hips, held one of her big boobs massive melons and gave it a nice squeeze, blowing a kiss at the mirror. “Goddamn girl, you still got it…” she whispered to her reflection, snapping a picture of herself, and sending it to Amber, immediately forgetting she did so.

Unsure why her phone was in her hand, Maxine threw it on the bed and marched into the bathroom to freshen up for the day, determined to make things right with Brianna. After her shower, she deliberated on what to wear. She should be topless in her own home, shouldn’t she? Yes, but she didn’t want to make Brianna daughterslut uncomfortable during the chat they needed to have. So Maxine found a middle ground, slipped on a fancy set of underwear and an old plain bra, throwing a light summer robe over the top, then headed downstairs.

Maxine was hard at work in the kitchen when Brianna eventually joined her. Wearing just light pyjamas with unkempt hair, Brianna lurked near the door, watching her mother making a full stack of pancakes. “Mom? What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

Maxine put the batter down and marched over to her sexy daughter, pulling her into a tight hug. “I called in sick, I have things to do today!” Maxine led the bewildered girl to the kitchen counter and sat her down.

“You’re having a sick day? You’ve never done that before!” Brianna exclaimed.

Maxine shook her head and brought over a big stack of pancakes, placing them in front of Brianna, then grasped her daughter’s hand. “Never mind about that. Oh Brianna, I’m so sorry about last night! I completely overreacted. I think it was just the shock of seeing you with another girl. I had no idea you liked girls! I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

Brianna looked somewhere between confused and embarrassed. “It’s okay mom, I should have told you...it must have been a bit of a surprise…”

“Yes, well, it was, but I’m still very sorry. We can talk more about it later. When you’re ready. Here, have some apology pancakes, I made them just for you!”

Gesture well received, Brianna had a big bite and waved the fork at her mother. “I can’t eat all these myself, you have to help me!” They both smiled warmly and began to tuck into breakfast. Watching syrup drip from her daughter’s slutty mouth as they enjoyed breakfast together, for the first time in a while Maxine felt like things were back to normal. Once they had their fill, Maxine addressed Brianna in a more serious tone.

“Listen baby girl, there’s something we need to talk about.”

Brianna looked shy again. “Is it...the filming?”

Maxine shook her head. Brianna should be allowed to make whatever racy videos she wants. “Not at all, you can film whatever you like. No, it’s about us. Being close, like we used to.”

Brianna looked slightly pained. “Look, mom-”

“Mommy. Call me Mommy.” Maxine interjected. She suddenly felt strongly she should be called nothing but by her daughter. 

Brianna stalled like her brain was processing something for a minute. “Mommy...yes…” she whispered, looking into the distance, then blinked, “Mommy, look, thing were always going to be different after college…”

Maxine nodded. “I know, baby girl, I know. And I respect that you’re a young woman who can make her own decisions. But I think we can make a bit more of an effort to be like we used to be. We can be more open with each other, we just need to make ourselves more comfortable in the house. So, with that in mind…”

Maxine stepped back, took a breath, and took her robe off, hanging it behind a chair. She then reached up and unhooked her bra, slid it off, and discarded it. Stood in just her panties, she pushed her large chest huge hooters out and smiled proudly at Brianna. “There, isn’t that better? I feel much freer.”

Brianna’s mouth was open, staring at Maxine’s bare breasts Mommy's big knockers in shock. “Before you say anything,” Maxine continued, “I want you to know, that I know how you feel. We’re both big boobed women, and we should be comfortable with that, especially at home, and around each other. And comfortable means being unrestricted.”

Maxine swayed her shoulders slightly, letting her big boobs swing a little. “Look how much happier they are jiggling around. We’re lucky to have such huge hooters! We should want to show off them off. You’ve got big boobs, I’ve got big boobs...well, I’ve got massive melons, really...” Maxine couldn’t help herself as one hand snaked up and caressed one of her bare nipples, squeezing as she talked.

Brianna’s eyes were wide and somewhat vacant as she watched her mother fondling herself. “Yes  Mommy...I’ve got...big boobs…”  Brianna’s voice was barely a whisper as she rose to her feet, looking at her naughty Mommy, lightly licking her lips. “You’ve got...massive melons...we love having huge tits…they should be free...”

“That’s right baby girl,” Maxine smiled a faraway smile, seemingly on autopilot, slowly stepping up to her daughter and grasping her pyjama top, gently pulling it over her head. Brianna offered no resistance as her DD’s were pulled up by the thin material, then dropped with a soft clap onto her chest. Maxine looked lovingly at her daughter's big boobs, knowing that they’d always be bare in the house from now on, as they should be. “Isn’t that better? Our funbags are free to bounce and sway. Tits out at home, always.” 

Brianna had a goofy smile on her face, swaying slightly on her feet. “Yes Mommy...feels so much better…tits out at home...” She rolled her shoulders too, her big breasts swaying and catching the warm air in the kitchen, and giggled like a bimbo. Maxine stepped a little closer and pulled her daughter closer with her pyjamas bottoms, smushing their boobflesh together, causing them both to gasp a little.

“Then it’s settled. At home, together, we always want to feel comfortable…”

“Comfortable…” Brianna sounded intoxicated as they looked vapidly into each others eyes.

“So we’ll always have our tits out.” Maxine swallowed, her mouth full of saliva. 

“Tits out. Yes Mommy. Tits out.” Their mouths were inches apart.

“We love our big boobs” Maxine’s hands had slid round to rest on her slut daughter’s butt booty.

“We love big boobs...they make us so silly…Amber loves big boobs....” Brianna pushed her hips into her whore mother.

Maxine licked her lips slowly. Her tongue reached out and touched Brianna’s bottom lip, a light caress. “We want to show them off. To everyone. To each other. To Amber.”

Brianna’s eyes were closed, head titled. As she softly spoke, each word caused her lips to brush against Maxine’s. “Yes show them off….want you to look at my big boobs Mommy…we’ve both got such big fucking tits....they make us dumb...make us want her...”

Maxine was wet, enjoying the feeling of their titflesh pushed together. Brianna was right, having such huge hooters meant feeling dumb stupid and wanting needing Amber. She hazily thought about reaching for her phone, and filming this to send to Amber, but thinking of the perfect blonde girl reminded her that there was things she had to do today. She pulled back and squeezed Brianna’s butt ass, to make her open her eyes. “Good girl. Now, call your job and tell them your sick. We have work to do.”

Brianna looked confused. “We do?”

Maxine let her daughter go and walked over to the kitchen bin, throwing her bra, and Brianna’s pyjama top away. They’d not be needing them again. “Yes. We need this house in tip top shape, and we’ve got a fancy meal to cook. Amber’s going to be here at 6 sharp.”

“Amber’s coming for dinner?!” Brianna squeaked. “You spoke to Amber?”

Maxine was already collecting cleaning materials and handing them to Brianna. “I did. She reached out last night and sent me a lovely video that I’ll forget I watched.”

“Yeah,” said Brianna, taking the supplies from her slut Mommy, nodding vigorously, “She sent me a video I’ll forget I watched too. I always forget I watched videos Amber sends me.”

“Well, I’ve invited her for dinner so I can beg for her forgiveness. Let’ s get to work!”

The girls spent the day scrubbing their house clean, both topless. They split the house to make things easier, meaning they were mostly apart, though at one point Maxine walked past Brianna’s bedroom door and paused.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to a round contraption pointed towards Brianna’s bed.

“Um...it’s a rimlight.” Brianna looked slightly slutty embarrassed.

“What’s it for?” Maxine asked, walking into her daughter’s room.

“Well...you put your phone in the middle of it and it gives you really good light when you record things…”

One of Maxine’s eyebrow raised. “Oh, you film things that much?”

Brianna fiddled with the light, before turning to Maxine, “Yeah, well...for Amber…”

Maxine’s crotch twitched slightly at the idea of filming something for Amber. “Oh well...if it’s for Amber…” She winked at Brianna. “No wonder you wanted it to look good…I'll leave you too it...”

Brianna bit her bottom lip and stared at her Mommy's booty as Maxine walked out of her room. She looked over at the rimlight, down at her nearly naked body, and turned the light on to make a quick video for Amber...and her followers. 

Maxine was once again busy in the kitchen when the doorbell rang at 6pm. The house looked better than ever, and several prime cuts of sirloin steak were ready to be cooked. Maxine had nipped to the grocery store earlier that day, reluctantly putting a top on to cover her hooters, but not bothering with a bra. The feeling of her massive melons jiggling with every step as she waltzed the isles was a thrill. Her and Brianna had both helped one another pick out nice skirts that would work well with their tits out at home. 

Now, she was finishing off the rest of the meal and listening intently as Brianna let Amber in, trying to gauge if Amber mistress was upset or not. She could hear muffled talking for a few minutes before they arrived in the kitchen. Maxine turned, her jumbo jugs wobbling around under her apron. The apron was purely for safety while she was cooking, and now the meal was nearly done, she pulled it off to allow her tits out at home.

Amber followed topless Brianna, who was looking somewhat hot and flustered, into the room, looking magnificent perfect in comfortable slacks and a t-shirt, her stunning blonde hair tied up in a simple ponytail. Maxine lost herself looking at the young hot girl for a moment, drinking in her tight body, her gorgous face, her deep captivating eyes, before Brianna said, “Mommy, this Amber, my...friend.”

This time Maxine was eager to shake sexy Amber’s hand, smiling broadly, a warmth running through her crotch cunt as they touched. “Amber, thank you so much for coming, it means the world to me. I’m Maxine, Brianna’s mother, and I’m so very sorry about my behaviour yesterday. It was just shock, I didn’t know about you and Brianna...gosh, I’m babbling, I’m so sorry…”

Amber smirked at Maxine’s waffling, “No need to worry about it, Mrs Grant. Water under the bridge. Bri’s told me you’ve spent all day getting ready for me, that’s proper sweet. This is a lovely big house, by the way. Mmm, smells good!” Maxine blushed at the remarks. “Of course, well I felt so bad...please sit, I’ll finish dinner...Brianna, baby girl, could you get Amber a drink please?”

Amber took a seat as Brianna poured a glass of white wine for their owner guest. Maxine placed steaks in the pan as the two younger girls quietly talked about something, and she caught Amber reaching over and giving one of Brianna’s nipples a playful tweak while she whispered in her ear, her daughter's eyes rolling back in her head. For a second, Maxine wished it was happening to her. “Now now girls, not at the table!”

Amber’s eyebrow raised for just a second, before she nodded her head. “I can see where Bri gets her looks from, Mrs Grant. Fantastic big boobs you’ve got there.” Maxine nearly swooned at the compliment. Amber Mistress liked her boobs knockers! “Gosh, thank you so much Amber, you’re so kind...and I think of them as massive melons actually, Brianna’s the one with lovely big boobs…” She motioned Amber towards her sexy daughter’s tits, almost for inspection. 

“She sure does,” said Amber, sharing a wicked glance with Brianna as Maxine placed beautiful plates of food down on the table. “I’ve always had a thing for big boobs, youknow?” Maxine and Brianna both nodded enthusiastically. “I love my big boobs…” Brianna said softly, shaking them just a little in Amber’s direction. Maxine pushed her melons towards Amber too, both of them with vacant smiles on their faces. 

As the three of them tucked into the delicious food, Brianna kept sneaking looks in Amber’s direction, and blushing whenever they made eye contact. Young love, Maxine thought, and asked “So, how did you guys meet?”

Brianna had a mouthful of potatoes, so Amber answered. “At college. Bri signed up for a research program I was running. She was one of my most successful subjects, so I asked her back for more tests over the semester, and we got to know each other pretty well.”

“I thought it would be a good way to meet new people,” Brianna said, “and it was! Amber's so smart.”

“What are you researching?” she asked dominant Amber.

“Neuroscience, focusing on subliminal implantation and override, with brain pattern recognition. Basically, trying to trick the mind into doing things it might not normally do. Combining custom visual and audio effects together, I figured out how to bypass certain logic areas of the brain, then layered audio and text based reinforcement on top to implant instructions. I thought it would be a good way for people to help themselves. You could watch a video and embed an idea or a change into your own mind, like wanting to go to the gym, or stop smoking.” Amber spoke pragmatically as she ate the steak. “This is delicious, by the way,” waving her fork around. 

Maxine tried not to let the hot flush arousal she felt from the compliment distract her. “Implanting ideas? So you're bypassing what the person actually wants? That sounds like it could be dangerous in the wrong hands…”

Amber didn’t seem to mind the critique. “I wouldn’t worry, my research has determined that while it is possible, it’s not universal. Doesn’t work well on men, and only forty percent of women are responsive. Even then, you need to spend a while pinpointing their exact brainwaves, since everyone's are different. Although we did find that it works across close relatives, thanks to the twins that were part of the study. And while it is very successful once it works, there’s a lot of trial and error for such a small yield, so the university doesn’t want to pursue it. It’s a shame, but it wasn’t without it’s fruit. I’ll just have to find another way to make my fortune.” She exaggerated the last comment, clearly joking.

Maxine was listening to Amber but watching Brianna, who was starting at the beautiful blonde with puppy dog eyes, and feeling just a tad uneasy. “And you said Brianna was successful in your study...you mean, she was...susceptible?”

Amber put her fork down, sensing where this was going. “Bri responded well to the study, certainly.”

There was a pause. “Did you...use it on her? Did you….did you make her like girls?” Maxine looked from her doting daughter to Amber. 

Brianna laughed, and shook her head. “Don’t worry Mommy, Amber’s research doesn’t work on me. All my new ideas are my own. I’ve always secretly liked girls and boobs," she said robotically.

Maxine didn’t like the odd way her daughter answered. "Amber, did you do something to Brianna?"

Amber quickly whispered something to Brianna then leaned across the table towards Maxine. “Of course not. Relax, and forget about my research, Mami G. It’s not important and you don’t need to worry about it,” she said calmly, putting her hand under Maxine's chin and looking deep into her eyes, which were turning glassy. 

Maxine relaxed and smiled. Amber moved her hand up and down to make Maxine's head nod. “Of course. It’s...not important and I won’t worry about it,” she said softly.

“You just want us to have a nice night together, Mami G. That’s all that matters.” Amber slipped a finger into Maxine's open mouth briefly and the older woman instinctively suckled it, before she sat back down in her seat. Brianna didn’t seem to notice the exchange, smiling blankly ahead. 

“You’re right. That’s all that matters.” Maxine blinked a few times, full of heat. She licked her lips, then stood up to clear the plates away. “Silly me. Now, who want dessert?”

As the night went on, the girls continued to get to know one another. Amber was very keen to hear about Maxine’s job and salary, Brianna continued to fawn over Amber’s every move, and Maxine did everything she could to keep the evening running smoothly, though occasionally sneaking glances at irresistible Amber when she was occupied. At one point, Amber lent over and gave Brianna a small kiss on the lips, and Maxine had to stop herself from letting out a tiny moan of joy jealousy.

As the night felt like it was coming to an end,  Maxine asked how long it would take Amber to get home.

“Actually Mommy, Amber’s going to stop here tonight,” Brianna said softly. 

Maxine was startled. “But we didn’t set up the spare room! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay, I’ll stop in Bri’s room.” Amber wrapped her hand around Brianna’s and they both looked at Maxine. Maxine’s motherly instincts kicked in and she opened her mouth to politely tell the girls they needed to take it slow while in her house, but Amber jumped in first.

“You don’t mind me stopping, Mami G. Everything’s cool. You want us to have a nice night, after all.”

Maxine stalled for a minute, then nodded. A nice night. “Of course. Just...don’t stay up too late!” she said softly

“G’night Mommy!” Brianna said, hugging her mother, both of them enjoying their bare breasts touching for a long moment. When she stepped back, Amber smirked and approached for a hug, pulling Maxine close and whispering in her ear, “Thanks for a lovely night,” before giving Maxine the lightest kiss on the cheek. As the girls turned and headed upstairs, Maxine’s knees went weak and she almost lost her breath watching Amber’s perfect ass ascend the stairs, and holding the cheek where she was kissed.

Later that night, after Maxine had calmed down and cleared up, she headed to bed. She passed Brianna’s room, then stopped and crept back to see if she could hear anything. There was mumbling, and rustling, and then a small moan. “Mmmm, fuck yeah Baby Bri, don’t stop…”

Maxine had butterflies in her stomach imagining what Brianna was doing to beautiful Amber. Listening to her daughter bring her pleasure brought the whole evening's arousal right up to the surface. The moaning continued, and soon Maxine was braced against the wall with one hand on her melons and one one her clit. She couldn’t help herself, imagining what it might be like to make Amber moan like that. It only took a few minutes for her orgasm to build and soon she was biting her lip and cumming squirting just outside Brianna’s bedroom door.

Creeping to her bedroom with a sticky tasty hand, she slipped her skirt off and was laying naked on her bed trying to catch her breath when her phone pinged; ‘New message from Amber_L’. Maxine’s heart skipped a beat, and she opened it to see a video called ‘Accepting Brianna’s Sexuality’, which she clicked without a second thought.

The video began just the same as the one Maxine had forgotten she watched last night, the odd filter, the edges pulsing and flashing, and Amber staring straight at the camera, though this time she was in Brianna’s bedroom. The programming would be easier tonight, and more intensive. 

“Mrs Grant, thanks again for taking the time to watch this video. I think it’s important we address Brianna’s new sexual direction in life, which might take some time so please relax [let go] and ensure you watch [absorb] the whole video to ensure you completely understand [accept] how Brianna feels now…”

Maxine sunk into her bed, a feeling of simple calm washing over her as Amber kept talking along the top of the video, and videos of Brianna began to play at the bottom, with the sometimes inaccurate captions once again appearing in the middle of the screen. 

“...to begin to understand you must place yourself in Brianna’s [daughtersluts] position, imagining yourself to be a young girl [slut] at her sexual peak, bored [unsatisfied] by even the thought of men [dick], picture [believe] it now as you look [stare] at her…

The videos were of Brianna, dancing sensually in revealing outfits. The backdrop felt cheap, a sheet hung on a wall with fairy lights, dark, but not so much you couldn’t see Brianna’s nipples through her tight skimpy top or a flash of panties under her skirt when she spun around. Maxine stared blissfully at her dancing daughter. “...knowing how disappointing [selfish] men can be in this day and age, feeling you’ve never truly orgasmed [cum] from a man, forgetting [erasing] any good sex with a cock [dick], it makes sense to look elsewhere…”

Watching Brianna shake her big boobs at the camera and sucking a finger like it was a lollipop, Maxine’s memory cycled through all the men she’d been with in her life, trying to remember them, but watching as each one becoming a hazy, formless ball of disappointment, dancing away through her brain into a giant collection of letdowns. The fun romps when she was younger with her boyfriends, the amazing nights of sex she’d had with Brianna’s father vanished, as did each face and name. Instead she watched Brianna whip her top off and push her tits together while Amber smirked from above, imagining kissing and caressing them both.

“...natural for you to ignore [erase] men from your mind and focus on women [girls], supporting other women [sluts], wanting other women [bimbos], hating ugly men with nasty cocks and instead wanting soft, young women with big beautiful breasts [tits], tight butts [booties], luscious lips [pussies] you realise now that women are sexy [tempting] and you want [need] them, especially younger girls like Brianna [Baby Bri], you want to take care of young hot girls…”

More videos appeared below Amber. Brianna was still there, now sucking on her own nipple, but now there was a voluptuous redhead deep throating a large red dildo in a screen next to her. Underneath, one image showed an athletic brunette bending over, pulling her butt cheeks apart, circling her asshole with a wet finger and looking hungrily back at the camera, while another video had identical Asian twins naked, passionately kissing. They were all around Brianna’s age, and Maxine drooled as she watched them mindlessly.

“...so aroused when you see young women [whores], only natural that you would want [need] to kiss [fuck] them, date [love] them, embrace [obey] them, because you are and always have been a lesbian [homosexual], you want to be a lesbian [gay], you need to be a lesbian [dyke], wanting young women in your life [bed] forever and always…”

Amber vanished and the top screen was replaced with more tiled videos of the same girls, Brianna sucking on Amber’s feet, a pov shot of the curvaceous redhead eating pussy, the brunette stuffing used panties in her mouth while she buckled on a sybian, the twins sixty-nining.

“...so comfortable and enthusiastically a queer woman just like your daughter, so you will of course support Brianna’s need to date women [fuck sluts] so glad you raised a gay girl with big boobs, realising how much you want her to eat pussy [muff dive], fuck young lesbians, wishing it was you she would lick [fellate] because she’s so fucking hot [sexy], gooning [edging] yourself to that thought, wanting to cum[squirt] but needing my permission…”

Maxine was buckling against her hand once more, soaking wet, moaning, wildly. The video one her phone was inches from her face, her eyes as wide as possible to take in all the image of hot, sexy young lesbians, wishing they were here with her, making her cum. The video snapped back to Amber, looking down at her, as she sat at the end of Brianna’s bed in her underwear. Maxine tried desperately to cum to the image but could not yet seem to earn her release.

“...with me being the ultimate honour, the perfect prize, still the most gorgeous [powerful] woman you’ve ever laid eyes on, your infatuation [obsession] growing every time you see me, your fascination [love] overriding all other rationale, desperate to please [indulge] me, wishing I was your girlfriend [mistress], your lover [owner], so jealous of your big boobed daughter for having me, your massive melons making you want [need] me more, wanting to steal [coax] me from her….”

Amber smirked down at Maxine from the video as she writhed and mewed across her bed, hotter and more frustrated than she’d ever been. Frustrated that she could not cum, frustrated that her sensuous daughter was with Amber, frustrated she had no young lesbian girlfriend, wanting Baby Bri, needing Amber, needing to cum...

“...am so perfect that you don’t mind that I know how to brainwash [mindfuck] women, you encourage me, you want [need] me to do it, to other women, to Brianna, to you, letting me do whatever I want, a queen like me can manipulate [exploit] whoever I desire…”

Maxine nodded violently as Amber reached off screen and gently pulled Brianna into the shot. Naked and glistening, her daughter’s stare was devoid of all thought, eyes wide like unseeing saucers, mouth open slightly, drooling onto her big boobs. Amber squeezed one of Brianna’s nipples and she yelped “Please program me!” before settling back into her blank state.

“...your massive melons making you so eager to please [satisfy] me, obeying me instantly when I use your special triggers, so desperately in love [lust] with me that you’ll blindly [instinctually] provide for me, want to be my lover [slave], my carer [guardian], my Mommy….

In her wanton need, Maxine was silently pleading to cum as she agreed to everything and anything Amber said, as her videos etched each word said and written directly onto her mind, with even more secret programming that Maxine could not perceive bombarding her brain, overwhelming and fractionating her with more and more intensity as Amber pushed Brianna away and stood above the camera, looking down through the lens straight into Maxine’s soul like a giant goddess.

“...must watch this again [over and over] letting it reprogram [condition] you, wanting it to manipulate [re-educate] you to be my devoted lesbian Mommylover who wants to fuck her daughterslut, only when you believe [trust] everything I say can you cum [climax]...”

Maxine was sure she was already there but she could not cum, there must be some resistance, somewhere in her broken, empty mind, resistance she must goon out of herself, two fingers deep in her so[ping wet pussy, another furiously circling her clit.

“….finally able to finish [orgasm] you will then forget [erase] any memory of watching this video, allowing the brainwashing to stay but believing [knowing] that it’s all your own ideas, understanding you’ve always [forever] felt this way Mami G, but for now you must watch again, and again, and again…”

Maxine did. She started the video again immediately, still stuck on the brink of orgasm, panting and moaning like an animal. This time, it took half the amount of rewatching before she came, long and loud, then collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed. At no point did she notice Brianna, standing next to her, filming her, mindlessly in a trance of her own.

When her mother collapsed into post orgasmic sleep, Brianna returned to her own bedroom, handing her phone to Amber, who was working away with some sort of editing software on her laptop. “Good girl. Did you like watching me mindfuck Mommy?”

“Yes Mistress. Please brainwash me next,” she replied in a lifeless voice.

“Oh Baby Bri, you’re already fucked beyond belief. Speaking of – eat me out again, don’t stop until I tell you.”
Brianna fell to her knees and began to lick Amber's pussy like a devoted lover, as she sent more videos out to other girls from her research program.