Turn Taylor into a doggie

In her heightened emotional state, you sense that Taylor's mind is especially **** to your mind control. You decide to use this opportunity to project one of your deepest fantasies into your mother's subconscious.

"Taylor, you are my dog," you command your raven-haired sex ****.

As you say the words your mom starts to process your instructions, dropping on all fours and staring forward, eyes deep in trance. Even with her large, pendulous breasts swinging below her, her delectable ass pointed upwards and face free of emotion, you still sense plenty of fight in your mom's mind. You decide to alleviate that fight by offering your cock to her face.

Your mother's eyes turn glassy for a just a moment before you feel that now familiar sensation of her expert lips and tongue rolling along your cockhead. But now instead of staring at you seductively, you see your mother's eyes rolling backwards, drooling slightly as you lock away her past, one piece at a time. This new power you have over your big titted **** causes your dick to spring to attention almost instantly.

Gradually, your mother's memories start to fade away. As her successes in the clothing industry disappear from her consciousness, you can feel the overwhelming sadness from Taylor's relationship with your father recur in her mind. You use this opportunity to bring Taylor even deeper to your control, amplifying her feelings of depression and her desire to escape. Then, just as you find your mindfucked sex **** at the edge of being mentally and emotionally broken, you bombard her mind with your fantasy.

She tries to fight off your mind control, but it's no use. With all of her turnarounds replaced with failure, the only help for your fucktoy to retain all of her sanity is to let go of it, to give in completely, and to alter her thoughts to your twisted version of reality. Soon, your projections of her being your obedient pet, your animal to play with however you wish, become an unremovable part of her being. As a result, other memories of your mother's past become locked away, from the time she met your father, to her childhood, even to the days that she gave birth to you, Jessica and Britney. In essence, you've turned Taylor's former identity into something you can turn on and off at will.

With her eyes and mind completely blank and still sucking deeply on your cock, you begin to bombard Taylor's mind with her new role. In your big breasted mommy's corrupted mind you, Jessica and Britney are her masters, who use her not only as a pet but also as your sexual plaything, to fuck however you wish and as often as you like. She will be perfectly to being treated less than human, never wearing clothes as long as she is inside the house and oblivious to being anything other your horny housepet as long as she is in your tender, loving care.

Throughout all this Britney and Jessica are unaware of the mental reconditioning you've set upon your mother. To help support your cause, you project both of them to see your mother however you wish to see her. The doggy incarnation of Taylor is now the default, and whenever you fuck your former mother like a bitch both of your sisters will believe that their mother is on vacation or a business trip, and will be happy to join in on whatever pet games you have planned for all of them. Also, since Taylor is now your fucktoy to design however you wish, she will always be more eager than your sisters to serve.

Eventually Taylor stops staring upward, and returns to staring directly into your eyes. But she isn't looking at you like a **** trying to seduce her master. Instead, she is a completely submissive doggie, licking your bone lovingly and enthusiastically. She is everything you could have wanted in a doggie ****, on all fours, docile, submissive, but happy to fuck you and be played with like an animal. This, combined with the fact that you've already fucked your mother to the hilt today and there is obviously no limit in terms of what any of your slaves are willing to do, brings you to orgasm a third and very satisfying time.

You should feel guilty, but you don't. With your semen both dripping from her pussy mound and freshly draped across her face, Taylor looks at you panting happily, waiting for you to use her again. All memories of her being your mother are gone, replaced with a doggie mind. She sits up before you like a trained, horny, domesticated doggie would.