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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 8372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Eleven

FLASHFORWARD: ADAM COMES HOME FROM SCHOOL – As told by Adam Goldberg
It was 1980-something, and I was riding high on my experiment. The rumor about the mind control powers that I had spread around campus. Guys approached me, offering to buy one dose of mind control for more than I paid for an entire package.
Some girls were wary of me and looked at me like I was creepy – more creepy than usual. There were a couple bad girls who approached me openly asking about the tea and volunteered to drink it! They were the kind of naughty girls who’d do just about anything with or without tea. The difference was they’d usually do it for bad boys at school, and now they were open to letting me boss them around if they could have the same experience.
I had to deny everything, though. The Principal made it very clear that if I were dealing in some kind of narcotic, he wouldn’t just suspend me – I could face jail time. I told him that it was just a silly rumor, and while he was skeptical, he believed me. I wasn’t the kind of kid to deal drugs, and I hadn’t been dumb enough to bring any of it to school. He did suspend my sister for flashing, though, which deprived me of five days of treating her like my toy around campus. I suppose it was all for the best. I could play with her when I got home, and maybe the rumors would die down at school in that time.
I’ll never forget what the Principal did when I left his office. He pointed to a picture of Nancy Reagan on his wall and told me, “Just say no, Adam.”
I raced home after school with David Kim. Barry frequently hung around after school with the JTP, but he insisted on coming with me too. I tried to play off my control over Mom and Erica to Barry. “I want to see you make Erica shove another candy bar up her ass!” he said.
“I thought you got closure on that last night?” I asked him.
“Hundred Grand Bar means 100,000 times up the ass! I’ll never have closure after what she did!” Barry was being overly dramatic and stubborn. I told him I’d think about it but insisted I really had no control over Mom and Erica.
When we came in the door, my Mom was bent over, holding her thighs in the living room. Erica was behind her swatting her ass and pussy from behind while she counted. Erica’s face was twisted in anger, and she was really letting my Mom have it.
Once they saw me, they immediately stopped and rushed over to the door. Erica cleaned the brush she was using on my Mom and slipped it right up her ass. They snapped into the attention position with their legs apart and their hands behind their heads. They both stuck their chins up and pushed their tits out and waited.
The first thing I noticed was their pussies were bald and hairless. I couldn’t help but be turned on. I reached out and touched my Mother’s pussy without thinking about it. I felt the cleft of her two pussy lips and the wetness between them. She shivered a little but stood there while I looked at them. I continued my inspection as I walked around them both. I jiggled the hairbrushes in their ass to check to make sure they were up there all the way.
“Dayumm!!” Barry was impressed with how well behaved the two of them were. I had told Dave Kim about the new rules but not Barry. Dave touched my sister Erica’s nipple, and she flinched and groaned but didn’t stop him. He pulled his finger away like he was afraid she’d pounce on him. He put one finger on her nipple and left it there. My sister quietly seethed but didn’t say anything. I touched her other nipple, and she looked at me angrily but allowed me to touch her. I slowly pinched down ever so slightly. My sister closed her eyes and then licked her lips before opening them again. I could see the sense in her eyes despite her body quivering.
“Honk-Honk,” Barry reached up and honked my Mother’s boobs by giving them both a huge squeeze. The girls seemed to be waiting for permission to move. They waited for my order to release them, just like statues. I felt this awesome power over them. It was amazing!
“Good, you may continue serving us,” I said awkwardly. My Mom and Erica heaved a sigh of relief, and Erica shrugged away our fingers touching her tits.
“Adam, we need to talk to you, please!” My Mom’s voice was stern. I knew that tone very well. It meant she was angry with me, and I was in trouble. She said that this was something David and Barry could hear as well and asked us to sit in the living room.
“Anger, Mom! Assume the position! You have four more from last time and twenty new swats! This time on the boobs!” Erica insisted.
My Mom followed us to the living room but bent over so that she was holding her thighs. “Sorry for being blunt and pushy, Adam!” my Mom seemed resistant to saying that to me. “Please punish me, Erica,” she let Erica slide the hairbrush out of her ass and start spanking her ass.
“Oh, this is SO good!” Barry was over the moon watching my Mom get spanked.
“One, thank you, Erica!” My Mom counted and then explained in a very patiently voice, “Adam, we figured out what you have done to us today.”
Erica spanked her again hard on the ass. My Mom’s ass was already rosy from many spankings and her pussy. The brush made a satisfying sound, but I was too nervous to truly enjoy it. It was apparent my Mom was confronting me, but she couldn’t break the mind control hold I had on her.
“Don’t be mad at me,” I ordered.
Mom closed her eyes and counted the next swat. She seemed to be struggling to remain calm. “I should be mad at you, but I can’t be,” Mom said as she counted the next swat. Erica switched to spanking her tits while my Mom bent over and let her boobs hang. “Today at the mall, we couldn’t help flashing every guy and doing naughty things. We went to the nail salon and had our cunt-holes waxed,” Mom closed her eyes and counted another swat. “Why can’t I call my cunt-hole anything besides a cunt-hole?”
I felt guilty about what I had done to her. Barry was marveling at the spectacle playing out in front of us. Erica alternated painful swats on each of my Mother’s boobs while she explained that they knew they were compelled to obey me.
“Erica, you tell him please,” Mom said as she continued to count.
“We initially thought you can tell us to do anything, and we have to do it. We did some experiments today, though, and we learned that we don’t have to do everything you tell us,” Erica said.
I was nervous because she looked defiant. I was afraid my creations were going to turn on me! Erica told us how they tested their free-will versus what I had instructed them to do today. “We went to a restaurant, and Mom intentionally sent everything back because it was undercooked or overcooked. We waited for the waiter to give us attitude so that Mom could go off on them and end up getting the meal for free after she goes to the waiter,” she said as she spanked my Mother’s tits.
That was classic Beverly Goldberg - Piss off the waiter until he finally gets rude and then demands to see the manager to complain until she the entire meal for free! My mom had it down to a science!
“Instead, when my Mom tried to get rude, I pulled out the hairbrush and made her bend over in a crowded restaurant and spank her. I couldn’t help myself, and she couldn’t refuse me!” Erica said.
Yep, that was the rules I had made. I thought it would just apply around the house. I suppose we wouldn’t be allowed back in that Chinese restaurant anytime soon.
“I told mom to offer to do the dishes and scrub the floors in the back and guess what?” Erica asked.
“Not only did I want to beg them to let me do that, but I stripped completely naked in the kitchen and hand-scrubbed the floors twice!” my Mom said with a helpless expression on her face. “I told them I wanted to be helpful and make up for all the times I’ve been rude!”
This result was much more than I could have anticipated! It was strangely arousing.
When Mom was finished with her spanking, she stood up and thanked Erica. She took the hairbrush from her politely and pushed the handle deep into her throat with a slight gagging sound and then jammed it up her ass as casually as the Highlander sheathes his bitchin’ Katana.
“Adam, it isn’t very nice what you have done to us, but we aren’t mad,” Erica seemed like she was frustrated she had to say that.
“We discovered that you could make us do sexual things. If you told me to hold open my cunt-hole flaps and stretch them out, then I probably would,” Mom said in a way that seemed like she was suggesting I tell her to do that. “I get a thrill from showing off my body that I shouldn’t get. It would delight me if you told me to do that, and I don’t understand why,” she said.
“Hold your cunt-hole flaps open,” I said.
Mom gladly obliged and pulled her lips apart to reveal the pink inside. She smiled at me while I looked at the glistening wrinkles between her parted pussy lips. I told Erica to do the same thing, and she shrugged and seemed to fight it, but she pulled her lips apart. Erica’s pussy had a different shape to it than my Mom. Just below her clit hood was a gaping dark hole of wonder. She smiled at us as we stared into the abyss between her legs.
“Does this please you? We want to please and amuse you, and we can’t stop,” Erica said. I told her it did, and she THANKED me. “Don’t you see? You could tell us to do the nastiest of things, and we have to obey!” her tone suggested that was a bad thing, but her body language said it was fantastic news.
“If you told me to suck the neighbor’s cock, I would have no choice but to get down on my knees and suck it in front of anyone who wanted to see,” My Mom was incredibly specific about that scenario.
“If you told me to make out with somebody I would do it, it isn’t fair, Adam. The worst part is that whenever we feel like complaining or getting angry, we want to be punished,” Erica said. She told me she would break down and cry if she can’t face the consequences for being rude, pushy, arrogant, vain, or lazy.
“What else would you be if not that?” Barry joked that those were pretty much the only things Erica was good at doing.
“I’d be good at sucking cocks, fucking, licking feet, begging like a puppy, cleaning and making Adam’s life generally better,” Erica said and then covered her mouth with one hand in disbelief that she said that. She used her other hand to hold her pussy lips apart for us.
“I would be better than Erica at all of those things,” My Mom looked surprised she said what she did, but she didn’t remove either hand from pulling her pussy lips apart.
The two of them argued with each over who was a better cocksucker, and when they realized what they had done, they begged me to punish them while they held their pussy lips apart.
“I can spank you on the pussy,” I said.
“You can spank us on the cunt-hole anytime we are bad or if it amused you,” Mom admitted. She had a look on her face like she regretted admitting to it, but she said it very enthusiastically. My Mom’s tone when speaking to me was crisp but polite.
I removed a hairbrush from my Mother’s ass gingerly and let her suck it clean for me. I shouldn’t be getting aroused when my Mother slurps a hairbrush, but I was intensely turned on.
“Dayum,” Barry leaned forward as if he were watching the Phillies at the Superbowl in the final minutes of the game.
“Barry before I forget,” Mom spoke to him in the same casual manner she would have reminded him to wear clean underwear before leaving the house. “Erica told me about when she put the candy bar in your shorts at the beach. I am so sorry for dragging you naked up and down the beach, telling people you pooped your pants. I am so sorry that this one incident led to me eventually packing redundant supplies in case anyone needs anything. I was told that some people didn’t appreciate the extra luggage we bring with us on vacation just in case,” Mom said.
“Yeah, it sucks having to lug all that stuff on vacation!” Barry said.
“Well, there is a jumbo size Hundred Grand bar on the table. When your brother gets done punishing me, will you ask him to let you shove it up my shit-hole, please?” My Mom made the offer, so casually, it was like she was asking Barry to remember to take the trash out to the street.
I hit my Mom on the cunt as hard as I could while she held her pussy lips all the way apart for me. “I thought you would only obey commands from me?” I asked her.
“One, and you can hit me harder than that, Adam,” My Mom admitted. “This is a punishment. You have to make me regret arguing with Erica and give me consequences. Go ahead and give it your best shot,” Mom said. The next time I hit down hard on the hood of her clit, and she seemed satisfied.
“Two, thank you, Adam. We learned today that for us to obey you, we have to want to do what you are telling us to do on some small level. It could be a fantasy, it could be a passing dream. I want to be a good mom for you. I don’t want to be a pushy hen of a mother who smothers you. I want to give Barry payback for what I did to him all those years ago. The thing is I would never in a million years as a mother suggested Barry shove a candy bar up my ass and make me walk around with it in my butt and shake my ass for him. I can only do it if you tell me I should do it,” Mom said. The look on her face suggested she wanted to do it but only if I told her she had to do it.
My brother didn’t wait around. He grabbed the over-sized Hundred Grand bar and peeled it back. He held it like a Knight of the Round Table holding a Lance and headed toward my Mom’s ass in a grand joust. “Tell her to let me do it, Bro!” he said.
“Is that what you really want, Ma?” I asked my Mother while I swatted for her the tenth time on the cunt.
“Yes, more than anything, Adam. Please tell me to let Barry punish me for what I did,” My Mom said.
“Barry can now punish you whenever you are rude, cruel, pushy, hesitant to obey orders, including for things you have done in the past that still bother him,” I told her that was a new forever rule.
“Hold your ass cheeks apart, Mom!” Barry said, and my Mom removed her hands from her cunt lips and reluctantly pulled her big butt-cheeks apart. My Mom’s asshole was slick and wet. Her butthole puckered slightly like it was winking at us.
Barry shoved the candy bar into my Mom’s asshole about half-way. It gave her the impression of having a chocolate tail sticking out of her butt.
Erica became ansy as if she was impatient but also trying to avoid speaking. “Please don’t tell Barry he can punish me too! I’ve humiliated him time and time again when he tried to arm wrestle me or beat me in board games. I’ve made fun of his foolish outfits and dance moves. I’ve tricked and manipulated him so many times. I sicked Mom on him to give him enemas and suppositories just so that he had to suffer along with me. There are so many things I’ve done that he would want to get payback for,” Erica pleaded with me not to say what I was going to say.
“Barry can now punish you both and order you both around the house. He cannot countermand my orders or order you to disobey me or serve only him,” I stipulated. Barry was elated.

“No! Please! Adam? What about,” Erica seemed to be stuck thinking of an alternative to suggest. I realized now that the girls had been suggesting alternatives when I gave them orders they didn’t want to do on any level. I assumed my order that they ask for punishment when they do something wrong had created a logical paradox in their minds that over-rode their inhibitions. Mom didn’t want Barry to punish her yesterday, but today she did. It was the only explanation!
Erica said, “But he could tell me to get down on my knees and eat half of that candy bar right up to Mom’s ass, and I’d have to do it. I –can’t – think –of-an-alternative,” Erica stretched out the words. “Barry, please punish me for all the wretched things I’ve done to you over the years,” she said.
“Sweet music to my ears,” Barry smiled at her.
“What about me, bro?” Dave Kim asked.
“Also, Dave Kim can do the same things!”

Erica only nodded because Barry had already ordered her to her knees between my Mom’s ass-cheeks. Erica was slowly eating the candy bar all the way to the nub.
It was extremely hot, and when Erica finished, she licked my Mom’s asshole clean.
“Eat her pussy,” Barry insisted once Erica was finished.
Erica sighed and said it was a cunt-hole. Mom turned around and laid on her back on the floor. Erica got between Mom’s legs and began to lick. My Mom held Erica’s head in place. We watched Erica’s ass and pussy as she munched on her Mother’s pussy for our amusement.
“Let me jerk off on your face,” Barry growled. He already had his hard dick in his hand. One time Barry and I found a scrambled porn channel when we were playing with the cable box. We secretly watched that channel until our eyes started to hurt. We never told anyone that we jerked off in front of each other. It was the “Bro-Code,” and it was necessary to release some of that pent-up sexual energy after hours of scrambled boobs and butts. It was something we never talked after that incident.
Now, Barry had no shame. Erica and my Mom groaned, and Barry brought his cock over the two of them. He began to pump it furiously. He intended to jizz all over my Mom and sister. I felt like I had probably gone way too far. I would let this play out, but I decided I’d stop giving them the tea tomorrow. This was too much!
“Please order me to suck your cock, Barry. I crave cum!” Mom gasped in ecstasy and bit her lip. She looked famished. “I can’t help myself! Please!”
“No, me, Cum on Mom’s cunt-hole and tell me to lick it off,” Erica demanded.
“There is something in the tea that Adam has been giving us. We crave it, and we didn’t know why at first. It is the hormones in male semen,” Erica told us while face down in my Mother’s slick pussy.
“That is why we drank all the tea!” Mom looked over at the table. My mind-control pillbox was opened, and it looked like they had taken every last one. “Sorry! You didn’t tell us we couldn’t have it. We sensed it. We could literally smell it coming from every man’s crotch! We sniffed like dogs in your room! You’ll have to punish us for that,” Mom cried in agony and ecstasy.
“Suck my big, hairy dick and ball-sack,” Barry said. Mom started to lick the tip of his cock, and Erica lifted herself off my Mom and began to suck on his balls.
My Mom and Erica had obviously over-dosed on the tea, and there was no telling when the effects might wear off.
“You will not be angry with any of us when the mind control finally wears off,” I said as I looked at Dave Kim. We both took down our pants, and I told Erica and my Mom to suck our dicks. They took turns lovingly pulling our cocks, kissing them, and enjoying them until we finally came in their mouths, then they sucked it up like vacuum cleaners and thanked us.
“What should we do now?” They looked over-heated and sweaty, but they weren’t tired. They were wound up with sexual energy.
“Make out on the floor,” I told them as I caught my breath. I pulled my pants up and watched as the two of them lovingly made out, and French kissed on the floor. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was ready to cum again. I usually masturbated 14 times a day, and I hoped I could do a little more before my Dad got home from work.
The door opened, and my Dad walked in. His routine is to step out of his pants and get comfortable in his underwear by watching Television. He took one look at Erica and my Mom rolling around the floor, making out naked, and he looked at me. “Adam, we need to talk,” he said.
“I know, Dad!” I was suddenly well aware that while I could control my Mom and sister, I had absolutely no control on my father. My Dad is a hot head and he yells at the slightest provocation. If the A/C gets adjusted even a single degree, he will spend 15 minutes yelling about the cost of electricity. He blows off steam like a geyser in almost predictable intervals by yelling and stomping around the house.
The time you most have to worry about is when he is calm, and no steam is coming out. It means it is all inside bottled up, and you don’t want to be near my Dad when he finally blows his lid.

“I can explain,” I suggested.
“No, you can’t,” my Dad smirked that this was beyond explanation. He watched as my sister and Mom’s naked bodies were intertwined in the most vulgar of ways. They were clearly finger fucking each other now.
When we were alone in the car, my Dad didn’t speak for a long time. We drove in awkward silence.
When I would start to say something, he would hold up a hand and shush me by saying, “Bup, bup, bup!”
We clearly didn’t have a destination. My Dad was just driving around at random. He was probably trying to clear his head.
“You know you don’t really control your mom and sister, don’t you?” Dad interrupted the silence.
“Yes, I do!” I started to explain the biochemical relationship between the hormonal properties of the male sperm and the female brain using Science that I was mostly making up as I went.
“No, you moron! They’ve been pulling your leg,” Dad shrugged.
It took me a moment to accept that he might have a point.
“I’ve been letting this happen because frankly, Beverly has been a completely different woman. You saw her chase me out of the bedroom this morning?” Dad smiled with pride. “I assumed that this would all work itself out. Everything in our life seems to wrap up in nice neat episodes,” Dad chuckled.
It was funny, but it was true. Most of my stories about growing up would have been perfect for television. I love TV tropes and true to the formula of sit-coms; there was usually enough happening for a plot and a sub-plot that worked out at the end of the episode.
“I am sorry. I know we went overboard with things. I’ll tell them they don’t have to do what I say when we get back home,” I looked at my shoes. I felt ashamed of my actions.
“No, you knucklehead. When we get home, you are going to tell Beverly she has to do whatever I tell her too. I bought you some new fake pills because I wasn’t sure how many you had left,” Dad tossed me a bottle of pills. The Label had been scratched off, and the words “Mind Control” was written right on the bottle.
“You sure they aren’t really under mind control, though?” I asked.
“I am sure. I sent Bill Lewis over today to check on your Mom. She practically knocked him over to suck his cock,” Dad chuckled. He said it was Bill’s idea to stock up on some extra pills. “Just don’t be too hard on your sister. I like her compliant and obedient, but I want you to tell her to go to college and get a good job too!” Dad smiled at me as we pulled into our driveway.
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FLASHFORWARD: Several Days have passed, and Erica and Beverly are still pretending to be mind-controlled sex-slaves to their family. As told by Erica Goldberg
I won the final bet.
Mom said there was absolutely no way that my family would believe us when we told them we had to obey their every whim if a tiny part of us really wanted to do it – even as a fantasy. She and I agreed to tell Adam that if he told us to eat pussy, suck cocks or let him punish us that we’d do what he told us.
It was Mom’s idea to let Barry have payback for dragging him up and down the beach. It’s been three days of candy bars up our asses, and he still doesn’t have closure.
The final bet was simple: If Adam learned that he could make us do sexual things and he refused, then my Mom won. If Adam immediately ordered us to have sex, then I won.
We had to ad-lib when Barry and Dave Kim showed up. We’d plan to see how Adam reacted first.
We had always intended to let Adam tell us we had to obey Barry and Dad. We practically hinted all the ways they could punish us and told them we wanted it. We decided if he ordered us to obey strangers, we didn’t like that we’d say we never fantasized about that and offer an alternative.
So now, if I decide to develop an immunity to the tea, then my Mom will continue serving the family for three weeks. That would give me time to punish her and order her around myself! That is assuming Adam tells me I have the power to order her to do what I want. I was sure I could convince Adam with enough noogies and headlocks to grant me that authority.
The thing about it is, I didn’t want to develop immunity to the tea. Dad came home with a new bottle of mind control pills. I was pretty sure they were just aspirin. I was so shocked when he told me to bark like a dog and follow him around the house like Lucky that I almost lept into his lap and began licking his face. Dad likes me as a puppy – wagging my tail and letting my tongue wag for him happily.
He likes to tell me to lay on my back so he can rub my tummy. He hasn’t been shy about rubbing my cunt-hole and using my body either.
I sleep in a dog cage in my parent’s room. I watch while they fuck, and sometimes my cage doors get ‘accidentally unlocked,’ and I join them.
Barry likes sticking things up our asses. At Breakfast, he put a spatula in my butt and told me to flip pancakes! I nearly laughed myself silly trying not to burn my ass on the stove. We’ve had rake handles, candy bars, carrots, celery stalks, fingers, Nintendo controllers, and most of all, his dick shoved up our ass. He usually lets us lube them, but both Mom and I have been using a combination of preparation H and Vaseline to lube up for every day’s fresh new ordeal.
Barry can be very creative about what he makes us do. He also likes to bind my tits and crush them under an encyclopedia or tie strings to my clit and lead me around the house while I tell him how great he is.
Dave Kim and Geoff Schwartz have both had extended make out sessions with me, but neither of them have gone much further than asking for a blowjob. It is disappointing because I’ve fantasized about both of them fucking me at the same time.
I didn’t think I’d like to be an involuntary slave who spend the day naked with a hairbrush up my ass. There are times it all makes me feel so disgusting and filthy and yet there are times I crave feeling like a naughty little cum hound the most of all. There are times I wish the mind control had been real and then I wonder if it would have denied me the realization that I willingly participated in it all.
My brother Adam was reluctant at first to unleash the full power of his creative geekdom on us. He treated us like subjects in his Science experiments. He would put on his Labcoat and explore our bodies. He’d test us by filling our pussies with water to measure us by volume or seeing how far he can stretch our nipples.
Adam likes to tie us up, too. He treats us like we are the bride of Frankenstein, and then he uses an electric toothbrush or different sex toys on us to stimulate our bodies. It is thrilling to see what he’ll do to us next. He never harms us.
Lately, though, he has just been enjoying fucking us both at the same time while we make out together. He likes to get in between us and spoon with us. Mom loves cuddling, and I have to admit that she would have made a fantastic member of Trilogy.
She started wearing the Trilogy skirt to school anytime she comes there – even for High School Football games. Now, she lifts it whenever she hears the order and shouts Trilogy really loudly. She says she is showing school spirit. Mom and I have fucked the entire football team and all of the JTP several times.
I am hoping that Principal Ball lets me back in school when my suspension is up. Mom and I plan to seduce him and fuck his brains out, so he’ll let me get away with just about anything my brothers can think up for me to do.
Most of the kids at school probably think I am a sex slave to my brother anyway. I might as well ruin my reputation. I’ve only got one year of school left before I got to University.
My best Friend Lainey definitely knows. Mom and I were in the backyard sunbathing naked together. Adam had ordered us to lotion each other up and keep our legs spread wide. We have a fence in the backyard, but it is pretty easy to see us if anyone wants to look.
I have to admit I was becoming quite the extrovert! Mom and I loved flashing even though we could sometimes be easily humiliated by it.
“Hey, are you doing that because you are under mind control,” Lainey said as she looked over the fence at us. “Do you have to do what Barry and Adam tell you?” she asked.
She and Barry were still broken up. Barry was getting enough sex from Mom and me that he hadn’t been sniffing around her. I assumed she was just lonely and bored.
No one else was outside with us. I reminded Lainey what I told her when she asked me about this at school.
“No, we are just pretending. I told you that already! Don’t tell anyone!” I whispered to her.
“If the mind control is not real, then why did I get naked and let my father spank me after he gave me the tea?” Lainey said. She lifted herself up over the fence enough that I could see her pert, sexy tits.
I didn’t get a chance to answer her. Bill Lewis came up to the fence.
“Well, Hello Ladies,” Bill smiled. He was balding and looked less than charming. He reminded me of a used car salesman.
“Hello, Sir,” Mom and I said in unison. Adam ordered us to call men that we had to obey, Sir.
“Lainey, why don’t you go join these lovely ladies,” Bill opened the gate between our backyards and walked into our yard like he owned the place. His naked daughter followed him. He had some lotion in his hand. “You can never have too much lotion,” he said. He lotioned us up all over the day before.
“There is only two lawn chairs, Daddy!” Lainey said.
“You will call me Sir or Master from now on. You can lay your big beautiful ass on the grass. Spread your legs nice and wide,” Bill told her.
“Yes, Master,” Lainey laid flat on her back and spread her legs next to us in the grass. Her cunt was shaved bald. Bill applied lotion to our tits and cunts, and then he started to rub down his daughter in front of his.
I felt bad for Lainey. She was book smart, but she could be incredibly naïve. She had to be a total idiot to feel the psychosomatic symptoms of mind-control after one glass of tea with an aspirin melted into it.
“Master, I know you want to fuck me. I know I look like Mom, and you miss her. Will you order me to fuck you, please?” She asked him sweetly.
Bill smiled at her and took off his pants. “I was just thinking that you looked so much like your Mother down there on the ground. Only younger and so much hotter! Yes, you will like it when I fuck you,” Bill said.
I was going to stand up and tell Bill to fuck off. I felt guilty about what he was doing to Lainey. He rested his big hairy body on top of her, and she guided his cock into her pussy. She winked at me and smiled knowingly.
“Oh, thank you, Master-Daddy! Should it feel this good to fuck you?” she asked him sweetly.
“Yes, it should,” Bill said calmly as he fucked his daughter on the ground next to us.
“You can order me to do anything now, just like Erica. You could probably order her to make out with me while you fuck me so that I’ll shut up and stop talking,” she smiled at me.
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EPILOGUE: Erica Goldberg
It is 1990-Something, and Barry married Lainey. She still obeys her father, though whenever she visits him.
I never collected on my bet with my Mother. Mom still won’t concede I won the bet.
We never officially gave up on the mind control. I moved away to College, but when I quit and moved back home, Mom and I started right back up where I left off. Dad kept me as a full-time slut-puppy dick slurper most of the time that Summer. He said the only order that I disobeyed was his command to go to college and get a good job.
I eventually did go back to college, and we all moved out and got good jobs and families of our own. I married Barry’s friend Geoff Schwartz. He can order me to be a total cum-hound and keep me in a cage if he wants. He orders me to do things like enjoy the meals he cooks, have a nice time and love him, so that is what I do. I don’t live as a total uninhibited whore, even though I would have if he ordered it.
Every now and then when I am feeling particularly bratty and need my bitch-button reset I call up Barry. We start talking about old times and I bring up all the times I farted on his pillow before he went to bed or stole his homework so he’d get in trouble at school. It isn’t long before he breaks out the whips and chains and I spend an entire weekend with something heavy shoved up my butt.
The mind control myth is a little like Santa Claus in our family now. You can choose to believe in it or you know it isn’t real but nobody comes out and actually says it isn’t true. No one dares to tell you Santa Claus isn’t real when you are celebrating the Holiday and singing Christmas Carols. It is kind of like that with the mind control tea. Those of us who are pretending don’t want to spoil the illusion in case anyone still thinks it is true.
Now and then we visit my Mother for Holidays, Adam serves us tea. My Mom and I push up our noses and oink like piggies and then strip in the living room. My kids think I am nuts, but I tell them it is a Goldberg family tradition. My daughter Jessica can’t wait until I tell her she is old enough to have some of Uncle Adam’s tea.
Barry and him still fuck our brains out and keep us caged and leashed until it is time to carve the turkey or pass out presents. Mom even let Adam tie her up and put an apple in her mouth and serve her one year at Dinner as a gag.

Once on my Birthday Adam took me and mom to the Beta House out in the woods. I had confessed to them all the filthy things I did in concession week to give them ideas of things they could make me do. He tied us up out there in the cold for a week and treated us like barnyard animals. He and Barry would come by twice a day and check on us. They milked us and whipped us like cows and fed us out of a trough. Barry attached us to a wagon and made us pull him around the old farm yard. We weren’t allowed to speak or behave like a person for an entire week. It was strange how intoxicating it was to be dehumanized for a short time. We were total cum-pigs! Barry’s birthday present for me was to order me to get a tattoo on my ass of the word “Fart Face” with a drawing of my face with cum all over it. My mom has a matching one with her face drawn by the same artist that says “Cum Pig” in the exact same spot.
Despite the weather being chilly it was one of the hottest adventures of my life and a fantastic Birthday Present.
I just wish that Adam’s wife would play along. His sons really like their Aunt Erica though. They constantly pull my tits and stretch out my clit. I would have minded a long time ago but there is something liberating about being under mind control. I am under control but free from all my inhibitions and can be the slut I was meant to be in nature.
Life is pretty good for the Goldbergs and in the words of the immortal Ferris Bueller; if you don’t stop and look around once in a while – you may just miss it.
The End
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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.