Blair stumbled in through the front door. She dropped her bag to the floor and leaned against the wall panting. With a great amount of effort she finally managed to get her breathing under control. Blair had no idea what had come over her, one minute she had been enjoying her coffee (americano with oat milk, no dairy of course) the next her head had been spinning. Her body had flushed red hot and strangest of all she had felt turned on. Not a gentle arousal like she had felt when fooling around with her ex. There was no slow build up here. Instead it had hit her like a freight train. Arousal so hot and heavy she had dropped her coffee and groaned out loud in the middle of the café. Utterly embarrassed she had grabbed her bag and fled back to her step-mother's house which was far closer than her apartment. The arousal was still there and she needed to do something about it. She knew her step-mother kept her old bedroom exactly how it was when she'd moved out at eighteen. Blair hoped to god that she wasn't in so that she could sneak upstairs to get herself off.
"Honey is that you? I didn't think you were visiting until the weekend."
Blair's heart dropped as she heard the voice from the kitchen. Usually she'd have loved to hear the sunshine bright tones of her step-mother, but not today.
"Yeah, I just needed to grab something from my old room is that ok?" Blair replied, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.
Blair stepped into the kitchen, stealth in this matter was pointless now. Grace stood leaning against the door frame at the far side of the room, right in the path Blair needed to take. The two women could not have looked less alike. Blair was pale skinned with black hair. The colour was a running theme with her, as she complemented her looks with black tattoos, clothes and lipstick. Her step-mother however, was far less monochromatic. A tight pair of denmin shorts and a red plaid shirt contained her tanned curves. Whilst her body was softer than Blair's she still certainly turned heads in the street. Often joking that she was the blonde MILF of the neighbourhood.
"Of course its okay hon! You know I love it when you stop by. I'll make us both a coffee while you go get what you need."
Grace was all smiles as she moved into the kitchen, busying herself with the task of making their drinks. Blair swore under her breath. This situation was getting further and further out of hand. Instead of replying she just nodded quickly, stepping to move past Grace and out of the kitchen. Blair however, did not get that far. As she stepped past her step-mum, Blair's nose was filled with the scent of her. She froze, still as a statue, her already skyrocketing arousal shooting even higher. What the hell was wrong with her? It was taking all of her willpower not to whimper from the ever growing heat in her core.
"What's wrong dear?" her step-mum asked, "if you just wanted a hug you could have just asked silly!"
The moment Grace's hands touched the bare skin of Blair's neck was like someone had electrocuted the younger woman. The skin to skin contanct. The intimacy. It sent sparks of ecstacy coursing through her body. So intense was it that Blair jumped back in shock, the moan that had escaped her lips still ringing in her ears. She stood there trembling, panting. Blair was trying her best not to look at her step-mum now, she looked different to her eyes.
She looked sexy, her own step-mum was turning her on just looking at her.
"Blair honey are you alright? I didn't mean to surprise you...", Grace stood with her arms held out and a hurt look on her face.
Panic was flooding Blair's body. Competing with arousal to flood her brain. She had no clue what was happening to her. Then, like the clouds parting, her next action became perfectly clear to her. A voice entered her head and pushed past all the thoughts trying to warn her something was wrong.
*Kiss her.*
Blair's body moved without her input. She slipped between her step-mum's out stretched arms, placed her hands on either side of her face and then kiseed her deeply. For a moment Grace melted into it, then it was her turn to jump back in shock.
"What on earth are you doing Blair?" Grace exclaimed, "I know you're a growing young woman and you have urges and-"
*Tell her the filthy thoughts in you head.*
Blair froze in horror, the voice again. Again, despite her mind's protests, her body moved on it's own accord.
"I REALLY WANT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW!" Blair blurted out.
Grace froze in place stunned and speecless. Her mouth moved soundlessly.
*We both know you have worse than that in there.*
Blair's face twisted into a confused grimace, she clamped her hands over her mouth. How was this happening to her? Panic boiled up in her gut as she could do nothing but stare in mute horror as her hands slowly lowered away from her mouth.
"I am so dripping wet at the thought of sucking your toes!" she blurted out before managing to cover her mouth with her hands once more.
"Blair! What in tarnation is wrong with you? I am your step-mother! I will-"
Grace stopped and began to cough. Once the coughing fit had subsided she stood there panting, her face and neck were flushed.
"Well I'll be, if it hasn't taken a turn for the warm in here," Grace exclaimed while fanning her face with a hand, "just let me undo my top a little..."
It all seemed to happen in slow motion to Blair, each button undone on Grace's top exposed a little more skin. The more she saw, the more aroused she could feel herself getting. Those full breasts, she just wanted to squeeze them, to suck on them. Her soft midriff, Blair craved to run her feet up it. To feel that comforting skin under her sensitive soles. Worst of all, Blair had no clue why she was feeling this, they weren't her fantasies. Grace had now unbuttoned all of her shirt, letting it hang open.
"Oh that's so much better, perhaps Blair you want to do the same? It could be fun, I've always wanted to get up close and personal with those cute little tits after you pierced them. Especially as you seem to be enjoying the sight of me..." with that last sentence Grace nodded down towards Blair's crotch.
Sure enough, as Blair ran a hand over it, a large dark wet patch was clearly visible on her jeans. She was so aroused she had soaked through her trousers! Blair quickly looked around for something to cover the wet patch. Seeing a kitchen towel on the side she reached for it.
*Oh no you don't. If you want that you can use your feet for it. *
Blair's arm dropped limp as though she was a puppet with it's strings cut. As she did so she kicked off both of her Converse. Using the kitchen side to balance she lifted one leg, foot pointed, and grasped the towel in between her toes. Blair pulled it towards her off the side, wherein she lost her grip and it fell to the ground. For the briefest of moments, Blair stared at it, wide eyed. Then, like a startled rabbit she took off, sprinting her way across the kitchen and up the stairs.
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Anne chuckled to herself as she watched Blair sprint upstairs from her vantage point. The kitchen window was perfectly situated for her to see through it from within her car sat just across the road. Right now she was staring at a very confused looking Grace, who had only just noticed her shirt was undone. Clearly the pheromone secretion function of her control chip had worked perfectly, driving the older woman's arousal higher in an instant. The control chip itself had been almost insultingly easy to plant into Blair. Each little chip was water soluble, it broke down into an almost countless amount of cooperating nanites. Slip one into her coffee and Blair now belonged to Anne. She had to admit the power it gave, the humiliation it let her mete out, was intoxicating. She could feel her cock pressing hard against the tight fabric of her leggings. Anne would head in to enjoy the fun in a moment, right now she wanted to run a few more tests.
And after all, why shouldn't she stroke herself off whilst doing it?
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Blair slammed the door shut behind her. Her whole body was shaking. This entire situation made no sense but none of that mattered right now. All she needed, all she craved, was to get off. She pawed at her t-shirt, eager to get it off but lacking the focus to do it quickly. Her trousers followed and she let out a low moan. The feeling of air on her bare skin was ecstatic, it was like every nerve in her body was super charged. Blair dived onto the bed, she just needed pleasure, where it came from was no matter. There was certainly no time for her to grab her toys. Instead she knelt on the bed, angling one leg so that the heel of her foot pressed against her clit. She wasted no time in beginning to hump away. Immediately her eyes shot open wide as the wave of pleasure hit her. A small voice at the back of her mind was screaming at her about how humiliating this was. The rest of her simply did not care. It felt better than anything she had ever felt before. Still, she had the piece of mind to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Moans that were getting ever louder as within a matter of seconds she was already approaching orgasm.
