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Some part of Carrie had assumed that Jayna would use the pharmaceuticals she had obtained from the doctor to drug Luna immediately. She had even begun to imagine what might happen once Luna was drugged. Would Jayna invite Carrie to view her nude, sleeping daughter? Would Jayna suck on Carrie’s tits while Carrie stared at Luna’s inviting cunt? Would she force Carrie to lick her daughter’s beautiful snatch while she slept?
But none of that happened. Instead, Jayna launched into a new, perverse plan the next morning at breakfast, as the family sat at the breakfast table, Luna unknowingly eating cereal saturated in her mother’s breast milk, while clamping her legs shut and trying to pretend that her brother Mitch, sitting next to her, wasn’t trying to push his fingers into her cunt beneath the table.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that Luna doesn’t have a boyfriend?” Jayna speculated idly. “And that Mitch doesn’t have a girlfriend?”
Both Luna and Mitch immediately blushed – for slightly different reasons – and opened their mouths to defend themselves, not quite sure even as they did so as to what they were going to say.
“I’m sure they will in their own time, sweetie,” said Carrie, weakly.
Bill said nothing. Bill believed that the reason that Luna didn’t have a boyfriend was that she secretly fantasised about fucking her own father.
“It’s not their fault,” said Jayna. “Us kids today just aren’t taught how to date properly. It’s really daunting.”
Luna found her voice. “That’s not…” she began, and then switched to, “It’s not really…”
Jayna opened her mouth in feigned surprise, as if just thinking of something. “You know, you should take them on practice dates!” she said.
“Practice dates?” repeated Luna’s father, not understanding.
“Yes!” said Jayna. “Ms Burkhill, you should take Mitch on a date, to show him what a woman expects. And Mr Burkhill, you should take Luna, to teach her what dating a real man would be like.”
Carrie opened her mouth to protest, and then closed it. Disagreeing with Jayna’s ideas never worked out well for her. It just led to more humiliation and shame. And anyway, would it be so bad to take her son out to dinner?
Likewise, Bill didn’t want to disagree with this suggestion. He had been looking for a chance to have alone time with his daughter ever since he had discovered her supposed book of slutty fantasies.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Jayna,” he said. “We could go tonight. What do you say, Luna?”
Luna looked awkward. “I don’t really need a practice date,” she said.
She intended that to mean that she didn’t want to go on a fake date with her father, but the rest of her family, who had all been told that Luna was a slut, took it to mean that Luna had already been on many dates with boys.
“I think that just makes it more important that you learn to do it *right*,” said Bill. “It’s settled then. Practice dates tonight.”
Luna opened her mouth to make further protest – but at that point Mitch finally got his fingers into her cunt, and Luna quickly closed her mouth and focused on trying to not show any sign that her brother was fingerfucking her at the breakfast table.
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Jayna had a lot of work to do before the practice dates.
She set Luna up in her bedroom, nude, at her study desk.
“Play with your pussy with your left hand,” she said, “and write me a sexy story about fucking your father with your right hand.”
“I don’t want to!” whined Luna. “It’s wrong!”
“I’m worried you’re going to be a bitch to your father when he’s trying to do something nice for you, Luna,” said Jayna. “And I don’t appreciate you lying about the incestuous fantasies you have. We both know that you want to fuck your daddy. So write about it. And don’t you dare let yourself cum. If you don’t have at least 2,000 words by the time you need to get dressed, I’ll tell your father all about your disgusting kinks.”
It was a hollow threat – Bill already knew about his daughter’s supposed kinks – but Luna didn’t know that. So she sat there, edging, as she tried to think of sexy scenarios involving her father fucking her.
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Her next stop was with Mitch.
She entered his room without knocking and found him masturbating in front of his computer to pictures of anonymous porn kittens.
She spun his chair around, knelt in front of him, and took his cock in her hand. Pointing it at her face, she began to pump.
“Jesus, Jayna,” Mitch sighed. “God, you’re such a tease.”
“Do you really think you’re up to going on a date with your mother?” asked Jayna, as she pumped.
Mitch rolled his eyes. “What’s there to be up to? It’s *mom*. And why did you suggest something so embarrassing?”
“You need the experience, Mitch,” said Jayna. “You know how to take a blowjob and how to finger-rape your sister, but you have no idea how to be a man.”
“Fuck you,” said Mitch. And then, remembering his instruction, he slapped her.
A slutty smile spread on Jayna’s face. “Good,” she purred. “But I bet you don’t have the balls to lap your mom that way.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Of course not,” he said. “She’s *mom*.”
“She’s just a cunt like any other cunt, Mitch,” said Jayna. “She’s just a set of holes.”
Mitch squirmed, obviously uncomfortable thinking about his mother while having his dick pumped by a pretty girl.
“What are you doing, Jayna?” he said. “LIke, what are you doing to this *family*? You’re so hot, but everything you do is so fucked up…”
“I’m making your family *better*, Mitch,” she said. “Isn’t it fun to play with your sister? To know that she can’t stop you?”
“Yes,” Mitch admitted.
“And don’t you like me playing with your cock?”
“Yes,” Mitch sighed.
“So this date is about pretending it’s a real date,” said Jayna. “And that means treating mom like any other cunt you’d date. Do you know how to do that?”
“Yes,” said Mitch, clearly meaning “no”.
Jayna sighed. “The trick to dating a woman is to make her realise that she’s too stupid and ugly to *not* date you,” she said. “Get it?”
“Isn’t that kind of… manipulative?” asked Mitch.
“Women need to be manipulated,” said Jayna. “We’re ridiculous sluts. Look at me, pumping my own foster brother’s cock. Look at Luna, letting you shove your fingers in her twat until she squirts. Your mother is a ridiculous slut too – you just don’t know it yet.”
She pumped his cock a little more.
“So when you go on a date with mom, it’s important that you directly comment on her tits, her ass, her weight, and her fuckability,” said Jayna. “If you give her a compliment, you need to dress it up with an insult. Like, if you were complimenting me right now, you might say, ‘Hey, you give a good handjob for such a stupid cunt,’ right?”
“I can’t call my mom a cunt,” said Mitch.
“Sure you can,” said Jayna. “In fact, I insist that you do. I want you to call her a cunt to her face, and watch how she reacts. I bet she won’t even argue.”
“I can’t,” said Mitch.
“You can,” said Jayna, squeezing his cock, “or else I tell your dad that you’re molesting Luna.”
Mitch slapped her again.
“I’m serious,” said Jayna, continuing to pump his dick. “Call mom a cunt tonight. See what happens. Women like it. Some pretend they don’t, but all women like it.”
She looked at him.
“You’ll do it?” she pressed.
“Fine,” sighed Mitch. “I’ll do it. But if I get in trouble, I’m making it your problem too.”
“Deal,” said Jayna. And with that, she lowered her lips onto Mitch’s cock, and let him ejaculate into her mouth.
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Her third stop was with Carrie. Jayna found her foster mother outside, hanging up laundry. Carrie was currently facing away from the house, so Jayna walked around in front of her and pulled one of Carrie’s tits out of her blouse, and began squeezing and teasing the nipple.
“Jayna…” gasped Carrie. It was a word that carried a lot of meanings – “you shouldn’t”, “this is wrong”, “we might be seen”, and, of course, “that feels good”, but she knew that Jayna wouldn’t care about hearing any of those things from her.
And it *did* feel good. Carrie had taken the first “Bimbo Pill” that Dr Abramowicz had prescribed her that morning. It was probably too early for it to really work, but she thought her breasts already did feel more sensitive. She was scared of the doctor’s implications that it would make her “less anxious and more submissive” – was she taking a pill that would make her stupider? – but she had openly asked the doctor for illegal drugs that would help her rape her own daughter, so she was terrified of what he could do if she didn’t follow his instructions.
And she had the chastity belt on, that the doctor had told her to wear. She hadn’t discussed that with Jayna yet, but she felt scared that if she didn’t obey, the doctor would somehow know, and she would get in trouble for what she had done with him. And so even now, the vibrating dildos were working away inside her pussy and her ass.
Instead of all of that, what Carrie said was, “I don’t think we really need these practice dates, Jayna.”
Jayna pinched Carrie’s nipple, making her squeak, and said, “Don’t you want to teach your son how to treat women, mommy?”
Carrie knew that “no” wasn’t an acceptable answer, so she said, “Yes.”
Jayna smiled evilly. “And how should *you* be treated, mommy?” she asked.
Carrie blushed bright red. She was silent until Jayna squeezed her nipple again – painfully – and then she said, in a small voice, “Like a cow.”
“That’s right,” said Jayna. “So what you’re going to do is encourage Mitch to treat you like a cow. Let him insult you. Tell him to make your decisions for you. And I want it to be a realistic experience for him, so I want you to behave like he’s a man that you want to fuck.”
Carrie jumped. “I don’t want to fuck my son,” she whispered.
“I know,” said Jayna. “But pretend. Make it a realistic date for him. Tell him he’s sexy. Tell him you like commanding men. Draw his attention to your cow-tits. You can do that, can’t you, mommy?”
Carrie tried not to moan as Jayna pulled on her nipple, making milk squirt.
“This is so wrong, Jayna,” she breathed. “I shouldn’t interact with my family this way.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” said Jayna. “You shouldn’t let your daughter lick your cunt, certainly. You’d get in a lot of trouble if people knew about that, wouldn’t you? And you certainly shouldn’t let your foster daughter milk your tits. And if they knew you had procured a date rape drug as well…”
Carrie gave a choked sob. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Because you want me to,” said Jayna. “See how your body responds, mommy?”
She tugged on Carrie’s tit again, and Carrie couldn’t deny that her pussy was throbbing with need.
“It’s what you deserve, mommy,” said Jayna. “It’s what all women deserve. Stop thinking and just do what I tell you. You know you’re not good at thinking.”
With her free hand, Jayna reached up and pinned a small brooch to Carrie’s dress.
“This has a little microphone inside,” she said. “So I can hear you tonight. So I can tell that you’re behaving yourself. I want to hear you tell Mitch that he’s sexy. I want you to tell him to make your decisions for you. I want to hear you encourage him to insult you.”
She smiled evilly. “And I want you to tell him it’s normal for a man to expect a tongue kiss from a girl on the first date, and that if a girl doesn’t show a guy her tits on the first date and touch his cock that it’s okay to force her.”
Carrie’s eyes widened. “I can’t… I can’t…” she spluttered.
“Don’t worry, mommy,” said Jayna. “You brought Mitch up well, didn’t you? I’m sure he won’t do anything inappropriate…”
She popped Carrie’s tit into her mouth and sucked milk on it for several seconds, making Carrie moan with lust.
Then she released it and added, “Now stay out here for the next hour. Don’t come inside. You can play with your pussy if you want to.”
Carrie couldn’t play with her pussy, because of the chastity belt. But she didn’t need to, because the vibrator was humming so distractingly inside her very wet cunt.
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Jayna’s last stop was Bill, but on her way she stopped to check on Luna. To her satisfaction, Luna had written a detailed erotic story about fucking her father. It was transparently just a retelling of a sexy scene she had seen in a movie, replacing the handsome 20-something protagonist with her dad, but it would do. Jayna scooped up the story, told Luna she was a good girl, and instructed her to start writing another.
Then she headed for Bill’s bedroom.
With Carrie outside for an hour, she would have Bill all to herself.
Bill was delighted to see Jayna, particularly when Jayna, after shutting the bedroom door, immediately tongue-kissed him and reached down to stroke his cock.
“Take out your dick,” she purred. “You need to see what your daughter has done.”
Bill, already thinking with his erection, did as he was told. He sat on the edge of the bed and allowed Jayna to sit next to him, to take his cock in her hand, and to begin to gently stroke it.
Jayna passed Bill her phone and said, “Look.”
It was a video she had prepared early that cut together footage of Luna as the sweet naive girl she was – playing in the garden, hugging her father innocently, cooking a cake in the kitchen – with footage that Jayna had taken of Luna naked and masturbating. It would cut from a close up of Luna’s face smiling in the sunlight to a close-up of Luna’s wet cunt. There were some photos in between, linking the innocent Luna with the slut Luna, including footage of her in a bikini, footage of her undressing, and footage of her pouting cutely that could easily be interpreted as seductive. And in between these were photos of pages from her slutty journal that depicted her alleged fantasies of fucking her father.
As Bill stared at the video, which Jayna had set to loop, she continued to pump his cock, and began to read from Luna’s essay.
“This was something she wrote just today,” purred Jayna. “Listen. My father rips my clothes from my body and looks upon my teenage breasts with desire. He pushes me up against the wall. He parts my legs with one knee. He kisses me, his tongue in my mouth. He takes out his cock and presses it against the entrance to my pussy. I quiver with need and desire…”
For an hour, Jayna filled Bill’s head with thoughts of fucking his daughter, while she slowly stroked his cock, never allowing him to cum, building his sexual desire.
And when she finally whispered in his ear, “Your daughter deserves to be raped by her own father,” and felt his cock twitch with desire and approval in her hand, she knew that he was ready for his date.
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