Project Puppetmaster

"The two of you will continue this conversation, but without any feelings of embarrassment or inhibition. You will both answer all questions with complete honesty, and without any hesitation. You will discuss your feelings and desires as if they were all trivial matters and of no real consequence."

He realized right after he said it that he shouldn't have. What he should have done was stop the whole thing, or at least made them change the subject. He wasn't sure yet if he could make them forget, but he should have tried that as well. But his first reaction was to keep the conversation going without causing them any mental anguish, and it was beginning to dawn on him how twisted that was. He was listening to them talk about sex, talk about him and sex, and it was turning him on. This sudden power he had over them was adding to the excitement, making him do things he normally wouldn't consider.

Their respective looks of terror and shock instantly melted away, and they changed positions again, this time doing a different kind of knee bend, going side to side instead of up and down. They stayed facing towards him, and now the star of the show was the inner thigh, flexing tight with each move.

"Really?" Helen pressed on. "You've fantasized about Barry?"

"Yeah, sure." Nancy was now completely casual about it, as if she were discussing a class assignment with her mother. "I mean, he's me big brother. He was the first boy close to my age I really knew. He was my first crush, you know."

"You don't say!"

"I outgrew it quick, but those feelings kind of stayed with me. Hell, I even masturbated once or twice while thinking of him."

Barry could have sworn he was about to pass out. This was too much!.

"You too?"

Barry actually felt his heart skip a beat. His mouth went dry as he was suddenly sucked into this surreal conversation, almost more unbelievable than the whole mind-control scenario.

Nancy grinned back at her. "You're kidding me!"

"Hey, cut me some slack. I was real lonely when your father died, and then I had to sit around here watching Barry grow just as desirable as his father was. I felt guilty as hell, I'll admit that, but sometimes I just couldn't help wondering if he'd be as good in the sack. Actually, I had a couple of fantasies about your father's father as well, back when I was a young girl. He was quite distinguished looking. Like Sean Connery without the accent."

"Jeez Mom, your son and your father in law." Nancy laughed. "Kinda raiding the family tree, aren't you?"

"Be fair! You just admitted to playing with yourself while thinking of your own brother. Was he the only family member you fantasized about?"

She shook her head as they stopped stretching and sat down on the sofa to relax, reaching for their water bottles. They were both rather sweaty at this point, and they drank deeply to refresh themselves. Nancy waited until she'd finished before answering the question.

"Not at all. I fantasized about you a couple of times, too."

A nuclear blast couldn't have distracted Barry at this point. He was glued to the spot, mired in the moment, watching breathlessly as they all spiraled deeper and deeper into uncharted territory.

"Me? Nancy, I had no idea that you were so inclined!"

"Oh, no Mom, I'm not. I mean, I've never been with a girl, and I don't really think about them much. But you've always been overly attractive, even before you started working out with me. It was kind of hard not to notice while growing up. I'll bet Barry even beat off a couple of times while thinking of your tits."

Barry had to bashfully admit to himself that this was true. He also had to admit to himself that he was close to doing so again. His erection was now becoming painful as it strained against his pants, and he had to shift it around so it could stretch out, so to speak.

"If he has his father's sex drive, then you're probably right. And as for you, little lady, you have quite a sexy little figure yourself. And unlike you, I did some experimenting in my college days, so I know what I'm talking about."

Barry felt like he was on the first leg of a rollercoaster ride, being slowly towed up the steep incline, moments away from an amazingly wild ride.

"You did? Why Mom, I never new!"

"There's a lot about me you don't know!"

Nancy shook her head in awe, then blushed slightly.

"So, you think I look sexy?"

"Dear." Helen leaned forward and placed her hand on Nancy's knee, looking her in the eye. "I can honestly say that, in those few hot and sweaty encounters I had back in my youth, I was never with a girl with a body like yours."

"Really?" Nancy her hand on Helen's.

"Now, would I lie to you?"

"But I've always considered myself rather average."

"Nothing could be further from the truth, dear! Your a fuckable little doll, and you can take that to the bank! Take your breasts for example."

"What, these?" Nancy laughed, grabbing them and shifting them around in the leotard. "They're nowhere near as large as yours."

"What has that got to do with anything? The big things are always getting in the way, and they're hell on my lower back. Besides, guys may like watching these jump around, but they'll always go flocking to a perky little pair like those."

"I don't know, I've always felt like mine were too small compared to yours. I guess that's because yours were so large and beautiful. I always wondered what it would be like to have a huge pair of melons like those to fondle."

Nancy reached up and cupped her breasts again, but more gently this time, as if to demonstrate what she meant by `fondle'.

"Well that's easily solved!" Helen slapped her thigh and spun around so her back was to Nancy. "Scoot on up and give it a try."

"Really?"

"Of course! Just slide up behind me and put your arms under mine. Pretend they're yours for a moment, see how you like them."

Barry nearly leaped out of his seat as Nancy kneeled behind her mother and looped her arms underneath hers, placing her chin on her left shoulder. They were facing him, but they were also at an odd angle, and he wanted a closer view of this. He dragged the chair over so he was sitting right next to the couch, his mother only a few feet away as Nancy brought her hands around and cupped her breasts.

At first she was rather hesitant, prodding them with her fingertips, exploring their shape. But she quickly got the feel for them, hefting the large mammaries in her hands, feeling their weight and mass. Once acquainted with them, she began to slowly rub and fondle them, running her hands around and underneath, squeezing the gently, lifting them up and pressing them together. Helen closed her eyes and tilted her head back, obviously enjoying the sensation of Nancy fondling her. She reached her arms behind her, pulling Nancy closer.

"Mmmm. How do they feel, sweetie?"

"Oh, they're so soft and warm, Mom. They feel wonderful. Should I stop now?"

"No dear, take your time. Enjoy them. Play with them like they were yours."

Nancy took this to heart and began to squeeze them a little harder, kneading them passionately. Then she slid her hands around them and found her nipples, her fingertips playing with them through the tight spandex. Barry watched in amazement as they poked through the stretchy fabric, becoming rock hard, which was also what was happening to him. He new that this was his fault, that this was happening because he had told them to ignore all inhibitions. He also knew that he could easily put an end to this. And he also knew, as he began to massage his stiff member through his pants, that he wasn't going to.

"Oh Nancy, I wish you knew how good this felt. Do you pinch your nipples when you play with them?"

Nancy responded silently by rolling her nipples between her fingers. Helen gasped and arched her back, thrusting her chest in Barry's direction, and leaned her head back against Nancy's shoulder. Nancy took that as an opportunity to nuzzle her head closer to her neck, affording herself a better view of the task at hand. She bit her lower lip as she concentrated on Helen's nipples, teasing them with her fingertips as she ran her hands around the fabric encasing them.

"What else do you find sexy about my body, Mom?" Nancy asked, brushing her lips lightly against her neck as she breathed the question. Helen swallowed hard before answering.

"That cute little ass of yours. Its so small and tight, such a juicy little peach."

"Once again, I think yours is much sexier."

Nancy removed her hands a pushed Helen forward. Barry lunged back in his seat as she came at him over the edge of the sofa, clutching the arm rest as Nancy made her get on her knees. His mother's face was now only a foot away from his, her large bosoms resting on her hands over the arm rest. She stared straight through him, her lips trembling slightly from the excitement she had to be feeling. Barry had an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch her. Instead, he got up and moved around so he could see what Nancy was doing.

Nancy grabbed both cheeks of her mother round ass and squeezed them, kneading them with her thumbs as she ran her fingers up the sides, caressing their full curve.

"I mean, look at this ass! So round and meaty. Ass cheeks you could just sink your teeth into." She demonstrated by leaning over and biting one through the spandex, and Helen gasped in approval. She bit the other cheek, eliciting a similar response, then slapped one cheek experimentally, drawing a yelp in reply.

"What do you think you're doing back there, young lady?"

"Just checking out the spread, Mother." She explained, spreading her ass apart with her thumbs. Then she pressed the together, sliding one hand in between her cheeks, drawing the tights into the cleft of her ass crack. She ran her hand down the length of it, stopping at her crotch.

"Jesus, Mom, you're soaking wet! I can feel you through your sweat suit!"

"You keep man handling me like that, I'm gone get a lot wetter than that!"

“If you insist.” Nancy joked. She still had her hand on Helen's crotch, and began to rub her pussy through the fabric, palming it as she continued to fondle her ass with the other hand.

Barry was getting incredibly turned on himself, and he decided to stop fighting it. Desperately horny from watching the improbable act unfolding before him, he finally undid his pants and released his throbbing hard-on, letting it leap out into the open, free at last. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched Nancy play with his mother’s pussy. Helen was resting her elbows on the arm rest now, tugging at her nipples as she breathed heavily and pushed back slightly, moving her hips in time with Nancy's motions.

"Oh my," she gasped as Nancy quickened her pace a little. "You keep that up, and you're going to make your poor mother come."

Nancy smiled at this and began rubbing harder, finding her mother's clit through the tights and pressing it.

"What's wrong, Mom. You don't want to come?"

"Oh, God, I most certainly do!"

"Are you sure?" She slowed down a bit, as if to stop.

"Stop teasing your mother! Be a good girl and make me come!"

Nancy placed her free hand on Helen's back now, steadying herself as she increased speed and pressure, squishing noises now audible as her soaking pussy squelched beneath her suit, now visibly soaked throughout the entire crotch. Helen was practically jumping up and down now, her ass giggling as she thrust her hips against Nancy's hands, trying her best to grind her pussy against her fingers.

When her orgasm finally came, the noise started as a low moan in the back of her throat, a sort of raspy groan. Then it began to break up as it built in volume, eventually becoming a series of short bursts, staccato cries of ecstatic pleasure breaking out as she exploded within.

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! AAHHHHHHHH!

Her final scream nearly shook the windows of the house, and she remained in the same position for several minutes afterwards, panting heavily, coming down from the orgasmic high. Nancy waited patiently while her mother caught her breath, gently caressing her back and thighs, soothing her as she calmed down. When she finally got a hold of herself and turned around to face Nancy, she was drenched in sweat and smiling profusely.

"That was amazing, sweetheart."

"I could tell!" She held her hand up, showing her mother the slick residue of her cunt juices. "You soaked right through near the end!"

Helen reached down and gently massaged her throbbing pussy, moaning to herself as she felt the drenched fabric.

"So I did. Thanks to you, darling."

There was an eerie moment as they stared at each other, looking into one another's eyes as both family members and lovers, a frozen moment during which Barry was stunned with anticipation as to what would happen next. Now that the heat of the moment had cooled, what would happen next?

Helen broke both the anticipation and the silence by grabbing Nancy by the waist and yelling playfully, "Your turn!" Helen was much larger than her daughter, and apparently stronger as well, as she easily lifted Nancy in the air and flipped her on her back, her legs shooting up in the air as she giggled like a little kid being tossed around. In a flash she was kneeling on the floor in front of the now prone Nancy, her head buried in her crotch as well as she spread her thighs apart.

"Mmmm, I see I'm not the only one getting wet. I can feel your warmth through the tights, but your not quite soaked like I am. Lets see what we can do about that."

Bringing her arms underneath Nancy's legs, she grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up, pinning her shoulder and head back against the couch.

"You see dear, with a cute little ass like yours, I can hold a firm cheek in each hand while I eat you out."

With that being said, she dove right in, pressing her lips against the tight fabric covering Nancy’s pussy, and began to mouth it, manipulating it through the tights with both tongue and teeth. Nancy responded immediately, thrashing around wildly as her mother fucked her with her mouth, sucking her juices through the spandex.

To add to the intensity, Helen wiggled a thumb between her ass cheeks and pressed it against her tight little hole, pressing the cloth against it in small circular motions. This sent Nancy over the edge, practically hyperventilating as she yelled out incoherently. She managed to stop flailing her arms around long enough to grab Helen's head, pulling her mouth closer to her cunt as she bucked against her, riding her tongue for all it was worth.

This drove Barry over the edge as well, and he started fisting his cock furiously as he watched this amazing scene, he mother eating out his baby sister as she thrashed and screamed like a woman possessed, finally succumbing to an earth-shattering orgasm. It was more than he could take, and he found himself reaching the threshold as Nancy did, her screams of pleasure egging him on, turning him on in ways he had never imagined possible.

When Nancy finally hit the peak and climaxed, Barry came as well, gritting his teeth as his orgasm shot down through his toes, his body humming with pleasure as he shot his load. He came so hard, the first couple of spouts of cum shot through the air and splattered against Nancy's hands and tits as she squeezed her nipples to heighten the experience, rocking back and forth as she came violently as well, her legs clamping against her mother's head as she tongued her clit beneath the clothing, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She hardly noticed it as it dripped down her hands, rubbing into her workout suit as she fondled herself.

It took almost as long for Nancy to calm down as it had took Helen, and this also gave Barry's mind a chance to clear a bit as he sat there exhausted, watching his mother lovingly lick the juices from Nancy's now equally dripping crotch. Maybe it was a bit selfish, but now that he was finally spent, he decided that he had to stop things before they continued any more. He mouth was bone dry, and it took him a minute to clear his throat so he could speak coherently.

"Okay, I want the two of you to stop now. You will now both to go upstairs and take a shower, clean yourselves up. You're also going to throw your exercise outfits away." He figured a couple of missing leotards would be less confusing then finding them piled in a cum-stained heap. "Then, the two of you are going to lay down and take a short nap. When you both awake, you will remember that you merely finished your exercises, showered afterward, and then took a nap. You will wake up completely happy and refreshed." He had heard that last bit on a TV special about hypnotists, and it sounded like a nice thing to do, so he threw it in.

He thought to himself as they both collected themselves and rose to leave the room. Something was nagging him.

"You will also remember the sexual adventure that the two of you just experienced,” he added. "But you will remember it only as a wild and intense dream, a dream you had during your brief nap. You will not feel guilty or embarrassed about the dream, and will not feel compelled to judge yourself or put it out of your mind.

It seemed only fair. They had enjoyed themselves so much, he would have felt guilty if he erased their minds so he was the only one that remembered it. It seemed selfish to do that. Besides, he hadn't told them to do what they did, so maybe this was something that needed to happen, another step in their `bonding process'. Who was he to judge? In any case, letting them remember it as a dream would allow them to explore their own feelings without any pressure. He also realized that freeing them from any guilt about the dream might be nudging them in a certain direction, but he didn't want either of them beating themselves up over it, even if it was only remembered as a dream.

Barry sat there as he heard the water running upstairs. He briefly considered that he had merely said `You will now both to go upstairs and take a shower', and that this meant there was a slight chance they were actually showering together. As intriguing as the mental image was, he couldn't bring himself to get up and go check. He was close to dozing of right there, sitting in the living room. Sleep sounded very good all of a sudden.

If this was how being the Puppetmaster of Weensville was going to be like, then this was going to be a very eventful summer.