All characters are over 18.
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Helen bumped the bedroom door with the laundry basket, and it opened slightly.
"Kenzie? I'm coming in! Hide the naked men and drug parephrenalia, here comes Mom!" The door swung open. "Actually, just looking for dirty laun ..."
She blinked. The bedroom was empty. And unlike her normally neat daughter's usual habits, it was a pigsty.
"Now where is she off to, so early on a Saturday," she murmured. "And what is going on with this mess?"
She moved carefully through the room, picking up scattered clothing and discarded underwear as she went. But there seemed almost a progression, a time capsule of a week of changing tastes: jeans gave way to skirts, sensible shirts were gradually replaced with crop tops ... but it was the underwear Mom really started to notice. Thongs? Lace? Since when did her smart and more-or-less asexual daughter care about dressing like this? Chloe, sure, but Kenzie?
"I guess it had to happen sooner or later," she sighed at this evidence of her younger daughter's sexual awakening. "She is 18 now, after all. As long as she doesn't start dressing or acting TOO slutty ..."
Her laundry basket full, Helen was on the way out when she saw the iPod, abandoned on the desk. *That's strange,* she thought. Kenzie had rarely been without her music lately. Turning it over, she noticed a scrap of masking tape on the back marked with a "1" in pen. *Ah, that explains it. She must have more than one ...*
And, curious about what fantastic music had so obsessed her daughter lately, she went to find her own earbuds. No harm in giving it a listen while she continued doing the housework, she thought.
Helen hadn't noticed that several of the panties seemed crusty with dried secretions, or that there was an odd stain on a couple of the tops, too. It hadn't registered with her that there was only one bra in the whole room - Kenzie hadn't worn one in days, from one of her sister's many suggestions.
Leaving Kenzie's bedroom, she glanced again at the sexy underthings on top. Sighed at her baby growing up. And said aloud, "Well, as long as it doesn't interfere with her studies ..."
*Singing this song long enough
Will turn you to a dumb slut
Super silly fragile minded
Sexpot giggly fuckslut*
At around the same time, Kenzie was bent over between two college-age boys, a short red plaid skirt bunched around her waist and a simple white schoolgirl shirt hanging off one arm as she was slammed into from both ends. Her hair was in pigtails and her perky breasts bounced as the thick cocks fucked her drooling cunt and her drooling mouth, her eyes vacant and glassy as her brains dripped out of her holes. Her iPod lay near her panties several feet away, the masking-taped "3" just visible under the blue lace.
Her sister Chloe watched eagerly, rubbing herself occasionally, as she filmed the further debasement of her formerly goody-goody sister. "Yes, fuck her, boys," she moaned. "Rape the IQ out of her a point at a time."
The boys slammed into her harder, and Kenzie's choking noises filled the video camera's microphone for a moment. "How do you like being my compliant little fuckslut, Kenzie?" she called. "Your brain all fuzzy and floaty? Your libido buzzing and never satisfied, my entranced, docile, suggestible little sister?"
"Glukk gukk guhk gugg glukg gggghhhhhgg ..."
They were in the recording studio at the radio station where Chloe worked, in relative privacy. Sure, she'd had to bribe a couple of the studio techs to let them have some space to work, but since the price had been her sister's body, the boys had been super willing to not only take the bribe, but appear in the amateur porn video that followed.
"You're going to make me so much money," Chloe told her mindwiped sister. "And you're going to be so embarrassed to know that people are getting off watching you. You'll feel such shame knowing that your reputation is being trashed. That people will come to know you as nothing but a stupid slut. But that embarrassment, that shame ... that will turn you on ..."
Kenzie's body seemed to shudder as the idea took hold. (Though maybe that was just from the final slam of the cock in her mouth, as one of the techs emptied his load down her throat.) In her vulnerable state, her mind took in every suggestion as a really, really good idea. Her sister's commands often - not always, but often - took root as solid facts, core personality traits.
The long cock pulled out of her mouth, covered in her drool, and Kenzie panted, trying to catch her breath as she was still being pounded from behind, strong hands pulling on her young hips. Her body wasn't used to this kind of abuse, but Kenzie hadn't felt anything to complain about in days. Even pain and soreness just made her giggle.
"You love that, don't you slut," growled the man who'd just painted her tonsils. "It feels great to be spit-roasted, and I bet you can't wait to do it again."
Kenzie suddenly shuddered again, as she gave in to a whole-body orgasm, shaking and screaming as the other man came in her unprotected pussy. "It does!! Oh fuck it feels great I love it I need it I love being spit-roasteeeeeedddd..."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, looking to the man now rubbing his slick cock across Kenzie's slimed face, then back to her climaxing sister. Suggestible ...
*It feels good to
Obey
Obey
Obey ...*
Meanwhile, Mom was whistling as she hopped around Chloe's room. She had been surprised to find her bedroom empty too, when she'd first entered - her 20-year-old "career woman" was a hard partier and generally slept in on a Saturday - but she wasn't thinking about it anymore. She wasn't thinking about much, really.
*Don't wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
So fun to be
Giggly
Giggly
Giggly*
Helen giggled. She couldn't help it. What a fun, infectious tune! It made her want to dance while she worked. It filled her with happy little bubbles. She hadn't felt so light in years! No wonder her kids couldn't stop listening to this music ...
She tidied Chloe's room, and moved down the hall. What could she do now? She had so much energy! But not paying the bills, no, that made her unhappy. Just thinking of it made her brain hurt.
Washing the dishes! That would be perfect. She wouldn't need to think - just clean, and hum, and smile ...
*You love to be
Bubbly
Bubbly
Bubbly*
When she was almost done - and where had the time gone?? - she suddenly splashed herself badly from the water hitting a skillet wrong. Ohhhh, her shirt was all wet. Better go change!
She unplugged herself from the iPod for the first time in an hour to pull her shirt over her head. But it was like she could still hear that happy little beat. What to wear?
