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THE GOLDBERGS – CONTROL ANYONE – GET A HEAD.
Chapter Three

FLASHFORWARD: Later the next day after school in the Goldberg Living Room – as told by Adam Goldberg
It was 1980 something, and I was knee-deep in a science experiment based on lust, power, and perversion. I was answering the age-old question: Can you trust the products sold exclusively in ads in the back of a Penthouse Magazine?
I was sitting on the couch in my living room with my brother Barry and Dave Kim. The JTP (Jenkintown posse) was also there, consisting of Andy, Naked Rob, Geoff, and Matthew Bradley. The older boys were anticipating my sister coming down the stairs to watch TV with us like a rowdy group of excited Neanderthals.
"Erica, come out and play-ee-ayyy," my brother quoted a line from the classic movie the Warriors.
"No," she yelled defiantly from upstairs.
Barry had recently broken up with Lexy. She was our neighbor. They had a tumultuous off-again/on-again relationship. He was ready to blow off some steam to get his mind off the break up with the blonde cutie next door – who just so happened to be one Erica’s best friends.
"WHIP THEM PUPPIES OUT," Naked Rob shouted coarsely.
"WHIP YOUR PUPPIES OUT!" Erica roared back defiantly.
"I will if you will," Naked Rob answered wryly, but my sister didn't reply.
"Please, Erica? Just come down?" Geoff pleaded nervously. "Don't be angry at us!"
Everyone knew Geoff had a massive crush on my sister. I knew my best friend, David Kim, did too.
David Kim was sitting pensively, waiting to see what would happen.
Matthew Bradley suggested the guys just leave her alone. "If she doesn't want to come down, then why pressure her? What is the big deal anyway?" he said. Matt is the most laid back member of the JTP. He was wearing his signature tie-dye shirt and Pooka shell necklace.
He was always the voice of reason, and my brother Barry always was the loudmouth who told Matt to shut up. Matt had the patience of a saint, and he was a true friend. He knew that the blustering and bragging was just an annoying aspect to how Barry behaved, and Matt accepted him anyway.
"Erica, come out, come out, whatever you are!" he said.
"The line is come out WHEREVER you are," my big sister corrected him from her room upstairs.
"That too!" Barry AKA Big Tasty shouted upstairs. He implored me to tell Erica to come down.
I'll tell you what I did, but first, let me remind you why they were crammed into my living room eating snacks prepared by my Mom.
I started this strange experiment yesterday by serving laced mind-control tea to my mother and sister. I was skeptical that the pills would work, but they really did! My brother and father lauded me as a hero for making my sister not only stop arguing but sit quietly and eat her food while topless at the dinner table. They didn't know I had spiked her and my mother's tea with a powerful mind-control drug.
Dave Kim was the only other person who knew what I had done. We were performing a carefully controlled experiment on my Mom and sister. At first, it was merely because they were the easiest ones I could convince to drink a tea I had made. If the test failed, I also didn't want to be known at school as the guy who tried to get a girlfriend with mind control. I quickly realized how fun my life would be if I could control my sister and Mom. My sister likes to mock and humiliate me, and my mother loves to smother me and invade my privacy. How cool would it be if I could direct them to target anyone who annoys me instead?
I have to admit that it was my idea to make them eat dinner topless last night. I take full blame for being a horny teenage pervert. It was the first real test of the efficacy of mind control. It was based on two simple premises:
1. If I could get THEM to show me their tits I'd be able to get girls my own age to do the same thing. They were even less likely to show me than girl’s my own age.
2. I liked looking at boobs.
That afternoon at school, I came to the realization that I had probably gone overboard. I required my sister to go to school dressed like a slut with no panties. I told my Mom to stay home in nothing but a lacey white garter belt and hose. It looked awesome.
I should say that I was feeling guilty because I was. The real reason for my reluctance to continue the naughty experiments was far more selfish. I simply realized that if or when they eventually came out of mind control, they would probably kick my ass in spectacular fashion.
I could have stopped all of this right now. I told myself that maybe things wouldn't be so bad when the mind control drug I gave them wore off. I could picture my mom and Erica’s reaction to finding out I made them take off their shirt. I decided that wasn’t an option.
I was too chicken shit to face the music for what I had done.
I could have stopped making them do humiliating things in the nude. I will refer you to the first two reasons I started this experiment in the first place - Boob watching and making girls do naughty things for the reason I didn’t want to stop.
My brother and his friends usually regarded me with scorn and derision as a geeky little high school freshman. That is if they didn't ignore me completely as a dweeby nobody.
After Barry told his friends what I made Erica do the night before they idolized me. My Dad and Barry were impressed I made her shut up. The JTP were impressed I made her show me her tits while she did.
They wanted to see for themselves that I could really control Erica with my voice. All except for Matt Bradley, who was pragmatic and skeptical. He didn't think it was even that big of a deal that women walk around their house in their panties and bra. He said his Mom did it all the time. Matt's family is from California, though, and they aren't as wound tightly as my family. This was really epic.
Needless to say, I was drunk on the power I had over Erica and my Mom. Erica and my Mom were drunk on the mind-control tea I'd been making them drink at least once a day. I was also drunk on the positive attention my brother and his friends were giving me.
My first day at school with Erica had me a little worried, though. I had sent her to school dressed like a slut with no panties. She obeyed me until she left the house. I ordered her to be kind to me at school and not make fun of me. She DID do that, but that was mostly because she avoided me throughout the day. When I did order her to sit with her legs spread apart in math class, she got this hazy look on her face and ignored my order. She had no bra, so it was some consolation watching her jugs swing around in a t-shirt while she ran around in Gym. I told her to pretend to 'accidentally' lose her blue gym shorts while she climbed a rope. Erica's abrupt response to me was to go, "choke on a rope!"
She ignored my order entirely. It was very puzzling and disconcerting. If the mind control didn't work at school, then what good would it be long term? I'd need more experiments before I reached a final conclusion!
I assumed that the mind-control imprinted me as her controller because I was the first person she saw when she drank the tea. I'd need more tests to be sure. It seemed to me that the more people she was around and the further she got away from the house, the less compliant Erica became. I was happy at least she didn't wake up from the mind-control and realize what I had ordered her to do.
It was a different story with my Mom. I ordered her to stay virtually naked all day. When I got home, she was overjoyed to see me. That was nothing new. She mentioned something about video games and ice cream. I ordered her to take me to get both, and she obliged. She asked me nicely for permission to wear clothes out of the house so that she could take me shopping. Mom tried to make it sound like it was my idea to go shopping. I let her think what she wanted.
I hadn’t considered the possibility I could order her to buy me every toy and video game I ever wanted. I knew I shouldn’t go crazy or dad would put a stop to it. I would just get her to buy me a few essential things I’ve been wanting for a long time today!
I graciously permitted her to wear one of the few casual but sexy outfits she was allowed to have. I tested her at the Ice Cream parlor and gave her an order to lift her shirt in front of the guy behind the counter. There weren't any customers around. She did it without hesitation. He gave me an extra scoop of Strawberry. The Pink ice cream matched my mother's perfect nipples!
She also bought me an expensive Coleco-vision adapter when we went to the mall. I had her pick up some additional stockings like the ones she wore for Erica. She didn't hesitate to spend Dad's money to buy them. I even got her to pick up a sweet pair of pink legwarmers and matching headband that looked very similar to the ones worn by the Cover girl model on the June 1982 Penthouse Magazine. The cover girl who happens to look a lot like my sister Erica.
We found Erica at the mall with her friends. She was surprised to see us. I had ordered her to go straight home after school and undress. She had obviously ignored my orders. I told her that when we got back home I'd allow her to wear ONLY the headband and leg warmers. Erica didn't seem surprised by that at all. It wasn't until I mentioned she'd be watching TV with Barry and his friends that she became agitated. She didn't protest or question my decision, though, which was an excellent sign.
Erica did look at mom a lot. I wondered if their proximity to one another made the mind control more effective. Erica behaved much more obediently around mom. She walked with her shoulders back and her chin up too. It may have also been possible she found herself unable to question my orders but wondering why mom wasn't protesting them.
I resolved to run more tests on them independently and together.
She looked startled. I was afraid the mind-control limits had been reached. Once we got home she took the things my Mom bought and went upstairs. I had stipulated she could not close her door though and she hadn't as far as I knew.
Now the moment had come. Barry was pressuring me to simply ask Erica to come downstairs.
I walked up the stairs because I can't yell as loudly as my Mom, my Dad, Barry or Erica. "Erica, come down stairs, please," I said.
To my chagrin, Erica bounded downstairs in nothing but the leg warmers and pink headband. She had obviously trimmed her pubic hairs. Erica had a substantial hairy bush before she went upstairs. I noticed my mom must have trimmed hers earlier today, as well. I assumed women must routinely shave just like men do their beards and mustaches. In the 1980s, you never saw a hairless pussy on an older woman in porn. I was just relieved I could see a little pink under all that fur.
You may also be wondering where my Mom and dad were at this moment. My Mom had prepared the snacks wearing only a green apron. She was humming and flitting around the house with a very light step.
Well, they were upstairs at the moment. Dad came home from work unusually frisky and happy just before Barry and the JTP arrived. He took her by the hand.
"Oh, Murray!" my Mom blushed.
My Dad looked at her longingly, and then mind control or not the two of them were gone. They did leave behind snacks.
I should also mention that my observation of mind control was that it didn't make the subject indecisive. They could carry on their typical day without asking me what they should do. My Mom hadn't asked me if she could go upstairs with Dad. I don't think I could have stopped her even if I had wanted to because my father didn't hesitate to sweep her off her feet and take her to the bedroom.
Erica plopped down on an empty chair we had saved for her in the center of the living room where we could all have a good view of her. She shrugged like it was perfectly normal to be naked while everyone else was fully clothed.
My sister Erica has creamy-white skin, soft brown doe-eyes, long, luxurious brown hair that fell down her back and a shapely build. Her tits swung pendulously on her chest very naturally. They were fully mature and impressive for a Senior in High School.
There was, at first, a stunned silence. In dramatic plays, there is often an overture where the audience hears a little music as a signal to quiet down before the action. My sister's entrance had been that overture.
It was followed by a lot of boys talking over one another, asking her questions, and telling her to do things.
"Turn around so we can see you better!" Andy insisted.
"Bend over so we can see your fresh-and-fruity and your tooty hole!" Barry demanded immaturely.
"Shake them titties!" Naked Rob jiggled his own man-boobs under his clothes. Naked Rob is known as the guy in the group who likes to get Naked. I understand his sister and parents are nudists too. They are all heavy-set with a lot of jiggly bits and guts that hang down over their genitals. The one time I went to his house, I saw his sister naked. I thought it was Rob and ran out of there screaming. I never came back.
Geoff Schwartz delicately asked Erica to marry him. It was a desperate attempt to see if she would obey him.
Erica ignored all of their orders and stared intently at Murder She Wrote like she was obligated to be here, but she clearly didn't want to be.
Matt Bradley suggested everyone just ease up on her.
"Yeah, Yeah, Matt Bradley! Why don't you ease up on us!!" Barry dismissed Matt's level headed suggestion with a wave of his hand.
Barry tried once again to wish Erica into obeying him. "Pick your nose, Erica!"
Erica stuck up a finger, and it looked almost like she was going to do what he told her. I once thought my brother may also be able to control Erica. I was eager to find out if she did it or not. It would shatter my world and obeyed him. If he could control Erica then Barry would sick her on me!
She quickly switched fingers to her middle one and flipped my brother off by shooting him the bird.
"C'mon bro, tell her what to do! Tell her to do something," he insisted.
I was eager to show off my powers. At the same time, I didn't want to explain I drugged my sister.
"I'll try," I said innocently and then ordered Erica to take one finger and touch her left nipple.
In my experiments controlling Erica, she usually said very clearly she didn't want to do something when I told her to do something. She didn't argue or debate when I told her to do it anyway. This time though, she seemed willing to do what she was told without argument.
She stuck the same middle finger out like she was flipping everyone in the room off in slow motion. Then she tapped her left nipple and held it there.
There was sudden appreciative silence and awe as if I had performed magic.
"C'mon guys," Matt reminded them, "Isn't the simpler answer that Erica is just messing with us? All she has to do is ignore what we tell her to do, and then when her brother tells her to do something she does it. That isn't magic! That is just Simon Sez," he shrugged.
Naturally, the other boys refused to believe it.
"Tell her to do something harder then," Andy or Naked Rob suggested.
Erica looked at me softly with pleading doe-eyes looking for sympathy. I felt intensely guilty.
"Tell her to cut a fart," he said.
Erica's lips curled in anger, and she asked him why she would do that when the "biggest fart on the planet was sitting across from her!"
That sounded like the hot-headed Erica that I knew so well.
"C'mon, one little squeaker," Barry insisted.
I think it was Dave Kim who suggested instead that I make Erica lift her legs off the floor and sit with her knees spread as far apart as they can go. Everyone agreed that it was a great idea. "Hold your knees apart! Yeah!"
When I gave that order to Erica, she paused like she was thinking about the fact she'd be exposing not only her spread pussy but her asshole to us by sitting in an extremely humiliating position. I started to plan the closest exit route in my head in case Erica became belligerent and shrugged off my control.
Instead, she sighed briefly. She picked her feet up and squatted on the chair while holding her knees apart. My sister's pussy lips parted slightly like they were offering me a sideways kiss. The most fascinating thing was that Erica's butthole was brownish.
Once the initial tittering and laughter died down, Barry asked Erica if she forgot to wipe.
"Yeah, there is a huge turd following me around and a bunch of little turds with him," she sneered at the JTP. Erica was also addressing Dave Kim and me as little turds.
"Did you sit like that just now because Adam told you too?" Naked Rob asked.
Erica started to say something snarky and then seemed at a loss for words. She blanked entirely on the question and ignored it. She shrugged it off like he hadn't asked her. I wanted to explore more about the reason she didn't acknowledge the question had even been asked.
"Make her do more stuff," Barry insisted before I could demand Erica answer Rob's question. Barry wasn't interested in talk or understanding the reasons. He just wanted Erica to behave more amorously. He told me to tell her to put her thumb up her butt.
Erica didn't seem humiliated or embarrassed. I had told her yesterday she would never try to cover her tits or be embarrassed by them. I wondered if that was why she wasn't more red-faced than she was now.
"Guys, C'mon," Matt suggested we cut her a break and just watch the TV show.
"Fuck you, Matt Bradley," Barry said emphatically. "Everyone knows that Jessica Fletcher is going to suss out the bad guy when the real detectives can't do it. She'll follow an elaborate trail of clues that point to the wrong suspect. In the end, Jessica will do a classic Colombo move and coax a confession out of the real killer in front of the police. Every episode ends the same way!" he insisted.
This was the first time I'd ordered Erica to do anything like this.
"Erica, stick your thumb in your butt," I said calmly.
The pregnant pause was filled with the kind of tension you'd expect in the Apollo 13 mission control room during launch.
Erica shrugged and jammed her thumb into her butthole about a half an inch.
"Now suck on it!" Barry insisted sadistically.
"No, you suck on it," Erica blurted out angrily at Barry.
"Adam, make her suck it, make her suck it, make her suck it," Barry started trying to jam his thumb in my mouth and mess up my hair while teasing me. He wanted me to teach him how to make Erica his bitch. It was pretty obvious he was also incredibly jealous of the control I had over Erica.
Barry was about to tickle me until I pissed my pants. I know because he's done it many times, and he always starts his attack by tickling my ribs and frequently repeating the same words over and over.
Erica lunged out Barry like a hungry jaguar taking down a gazelle on the Serengeti. In moments she had him pinned under her legs with her crotch hovering inches away from his face. She was forcing him to hit himself over and over.
"Adam, call her off!" Barry called to me for help as he endured my sister's ass-kicking. Erica usually won in knock-down-drag-out fights like this against Barry. I usually caved before things got this bad.
I'd never seen her fight Barry almost completely naked, though.
"Please don't tell me to stop," Erica insisted while she played patty cake by slapping my brother's insolent face. It wasn't brutal, but it was a humiliating ass kicking. It was also incredibly sexy seeing her butt resting on his chest and her knockers jiggling everywhere.
"Trust me, I won't!" I assured her. I had ordered Erica to stop anyone from bullying me earlier that day. I wondered if her attack was a result of that order or just that she had enough of Barry's bull-crap. She acted like the same old belligerent Erica to everyone else but me.
"Tell her to make him suck her thumb," Andy and Rob implored me.
"I heard your betrayal Rob and Andy!" my brother said just as I gave the order to Erica. She jammed the stinky thumb into his mouth. He sputtered like it was true poison. She told him not to dare bite her thumb or spit on her, and he obeyed like HE was under mind control. I am sure it was just the terror that his sister would extract vengeance running though his cowardly veins, that kept him from fighting back.
"Fart on his face and let him up," I said once I felt Barry had enough.
I could sense from Erica's expression that she tried. "I can't right now!"
"Hah, You don't have one locked in the chamber? I keep one locked and loaded at all times for just such an occasion!" Barry smiled like he had the upper hand because he could fart anytime on command.

He also tried what he must have thought was an unstoppable killer Kung Fu counter-move of some kind. "Engage snap rear reversal and Barry comes out on top," my brother had a tendency to call out his Karate moves as he was performing them. They almost never worked – especially this time.
"I can queef on him," Erica offered as an alternative suggestion as she brushed aside Barry’s counter move like it was barely an inconvenience. She couldn’t comply with my orders but she was capable of coming up with something else she COULD do. David Kim and I looked at each other with an approving nod. That was an interesting discovery in my experiment on my sister.
It meant Erica was capable of taking logical steps towards following my orders but she still needed my confirmation to completely follow my bidding if she had to take alternative measures. This was a tremendous breakthrough! A problem solving mind-slave!
It made perfect sense to me. I imagined myself in the future as Emperor of everything with all my subjects dominated by my mind control drugs. I had a giant brain and I was laying on a futuristic couch as I was fed grapes by topless adult versions of Dana Caldwell and Jackie Geary. The world outside was a perfect domed utopia of white skyscrapers and blue skies under my benevolent rule.
If I gave them an order and they lacked the resources to complete it then what should happen? Would they stand there waiting to finish building something because they lacked nails? Would they go an unstoppable rampage to take nails by any means necessary? Would they come to me and ask if I order my nail maker to make more nails?
My future was looking pretty bright! My fantasies weren’t as good as my realities for a change though. My brother was getting his ass kicked by my sister and SHE WAS NAKED. Barry’s friends were laughing and thanking me for allowing them to watch this humiliating spectacle unfold.
Erica held Barry down tightly and pinched his nose while covering his mouth awaiting my answer.
"Yeah," I replied and offered a thumb’s down like a Roman Emperor deciding the fate of a failed gladiator in the Arena.
An awful farting/belch came out of my sister's vagina right on top of Barry’s nose. That is when I first realized that girls could fart out of their pussies. The pussy can bring life into the world. Inside the wet folds of a girl's vagina. It also contains the secrets of the universe and the female form within a vast and unique catacomb of wrinkles and curves as well as mysterious and as of yet forbidden pleasures.
Now, to suddenly learn that a pussy could also belch out air on command? The dick was clearly the inferior genital from my perspective at that moment.
She let Barry get up and even helped him up before returning to sit in the Zen-like meditative squatting position she had been sitting in like nothing had happened at all. She even held her knees apart a little wider as far as I could tell. She didn't jab her thumb back up her ass, but I wasn't going to push her.
My Mom came down shortly afterward, wearing only a green apron and a fresh garter and a pair of stockings. She had the biggest smile on her face. My dad did too.
My brother's friends were nervous that my Mom or Dad would put a stop to Erica's obscene pose on the chair.
Instead, my Dad looked mildly annoyed and moved Naked Rob out of his chair with a grunt.
"I am so sorry! I hope you didn't run out of snacks!" My Mom immediately began serving everyone. It took a moment for them to register that her shapely ass was peeking out of the back of the apron.
Barry had talked about how I put Erica in place but had neglected to mention that I controlled Mom. "Why didn't you tell us this?" They whispered at him.
"Who cares about seeing my Mom naked? That's gross," Barry said dismissively. He did seem a lot less pushy after his ass-kicking at my sister's hands.
"Did Adam explain that Erica and I are embracing positive body image? I hope you boys aren't embarrassed," my Mom said with a flirtatious grin. She seemed to eat up the sudden attention, and Erica was relieved to let her have it.
"See, that makes sense," Matt nodded in understanding. "Our culture hyper-sexualized the female form. By normalizing it in mundane situations like friends getting together informally can learn that the nude figure is really not that big of a deal. We all know what each other has under our shorts. We are all people underneath the masks we wear to maintain societal norms. It is just skin, people! Public nudity and acceptance takes the taboo away and breaks down traditional gender barriers about what is and isn't acceptable. There are beaches and entire towns in France where nudity is very common place. In America, every state in the nation has nude recreation campgrounds. I've been to some in California with my family. They are family friendly places where sex crimes are nearly non-existent. There has to be some connection to that," he said.
"BORING! No one heard you!" Barry cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted in Matt's face. He had a notoriously short attention span.
"Yeah, I heard you. That is what I told you right, Murray?" Beverly asked her husband if Matt’s well-spoken explanation was basically the same mumbo-jumbo the girls used about Feminism and bra-burning.
My Dad was had recently farted and rolled over asleep. Dad had checked out of the conversation. I think he said “I don’t care anymore. Do what you want. You solve this mess,” and began snoring. He looked exhausted and physically worn out but strangely content.
Naked Rob fist-bumped Matt Bradley as if he agreed with what he said. Then he turned to me and asked if I can make my Mom take off her apron.
"I can try," I said. "Mom, take off your apron," I said and made the Jedi Mind Trick hand gesture that I had done the night before.

My mom reached behind her back as if she couldn’t quite untie the apron. She had done the same thing when she was trying to take her bra off. I wondered if the tea reduced fine motor coordination skills. It seemed like she was stalling but she had to know I’d just order her to turn around and let one of us untie it for her. The apron was coming off even if she was being dramatic about the build up!
I didn’t want to expose her for malicious reasons. I thought a quick demonstration would cement my reputation as a young God-Prince to the JTP and maybe that was all I needed to be successful with girls!
(I DID realize that they weren’t very successful with girls either. I just assumed if girl’s saw me hanging with older guys they’d dig me!)

"That is how he did it!!" my older brother's friends recognized the Star Wars reference right away from my hand gestures. This day was turning out better than I could expect. Barry and his friends considered me a Jedi Master! The hand gesture filled in the unexplainable blank of why my sister allowed me to tell her what to do.
Barry and his friends declared me eternally super cool except for Matt Bradley, who still had his doubts. He felt Erica was just playing along to get a rise out of us.
That seemed unlikely to me. What are the chances my mom AND sister each pretended to be under mind control and humiliated themselves just to get a rise out of us? I didn't dwell on that as a realistic possibility.
I did the Jedi Mind Trick again at my mom. "You will remove your apron and make a believer of Matt Bradley," I said like a Jedi.
"Oh right, these are not the boobs you are looking for, move along," Matt Bradley said sarcastically.
When my Mom reached behind her back and undid her apron, it dropped in epic slow-motion fashion. I could have sworn Moving in Stereo by The Cars kicked in just like in the classic 80’s movie, Fast Times at Ridgemont High. My Mom's highly buoyant knockers bounced up to attention and jutted out like Phoebe Cates in that pool scene Bradley imagined while jerking off. I know that movie scene for scene because I've imagined that moment at the pool where she comes out of the water slowly a thousand times since.
Jaws dropped, boners popped, and plates turned over! The guys went ga-ga for my mom's tits. They were shocked and dismayed anyone’s hot mom would show their tits to them. Barry was at first disgusted and wanted her to put them away. Once he realized the guys approved of her he was much more on board with it too. “Yep, that’s my hot mom!! I inherited HER genes! Which is why MY Jeans fit me so well!”
They almost didn't notice her well-trimmed pussy hair jutting out in the tiny V-patch under her white garter belt. It took a moment for them to drink in my Mom's long legs and lacey stockings. My Mom's face brightened as her confidence rose while the boys ogled her.
Mom didn't confirm or deny she stripped because I told her to do it or because she was empowered to reflect a positive body image. She was too busy basking in the attention to say anything. She might have been intensely humiliated as well. The look on mom's face could have easily been both pride and embarrassment.
Naked Rob tried to start a slow golf clap of applause in appreciation, but everyone else was stunned.
"Mom and Erica," I ordered the two of them to stand face to face. I wanted them standing nipple to nipple. They were approximately the same height, but Erica's nipples hung down more. They were lined up lip to lip and eye to eye. I told them to hold hands and stand like that. My Mom could barely contain her smile at being in such close proximity to my sister.
I didn't do that to punish them. I didn't do that to show off their sexy bodies to my brother's friends. They had already seen enough from my perspective. I did that because I wanted to park the two of them so I could take a leak and jerk off before dinner. I was so horny I could have fucked a warm Apple Pie.
"Stay like that until I get back. Then you can make dinner," I announced as I left.
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FLASHBACK: Earlier that day before School began
The next morning Adam was awoken by the smiling face of his mother inches from his face. He had been dreaming perverted dreams of mind-controlling the prettiest girls at school. His mother's tits only inches from his face as she jumped back in shock.
"Gahh!!! What fresh hell is this!" Adam was startled awake and fell out of bed.
Erica chuckled at her brother's pain when he took a panicked spill. She was standing next to her mother in nothing but a pair of white panties from the night before.
Beverly put back on the dress she had from the night before and stood before her son, waiting for instructions.
Adam cowered for a moment. He thought the tea might have worn off, and the girls were there to lash out at him. He felt guilty about what he was doing.
"What can I wear for school today?" Erica forced a pleasant tone into her voice.
"You laughed at me when I fell out of bed," Adam observed angrily.
"Yeah, it was funny!" Erica admitted with a snicker.
"You can't be mean to me!" He reminded her.
"Was that mean? I am so sorry," Erica offered him a dead-eyed expression that suggested she was not sorry at all.
"Fine, wear something sexy" Adam got out of bed. He was wearing only his Spiderman Underoos. Adam calls them Under Armor but that isn’t what they are really called. He just thinks it sounds less immature.
The outfit was a simple Spiderman themed matching t-shirt and underwear ensemble. He had outgrown them a few years ago, but he loved Spiderman themed undergarments, and they didn't make them in his size. The girls had both seen him in them plenty of times before. Usually, it was Adam that was embarrassed when they looked at him. This time he didn't feel as self-conscious since they were both nearly naked.

"I always do," Erica started fishing through the clothes her Mom had stacked in the room. Her Mom had really emptied all of Erica's closets and dressers into her son's room. She knew that meant her Mom meant business about this little game of theirs and was in it for the long haul.
"I'll pick something out for you," Adam grabbed a skimpy rainbow laced top and denim skirt.
If this link opens, it is Erica from the Episode: Daddy Daughter Day and approximates the outfit. The same hair ties, bangles, and makeup as this image;
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"What about a bra, shoes, and a belt?" she asked her brother nicely for consideration. The pink pastel outfit screams 1980s middle-America teen slut. Adam added a Madonna inspired single lacey white glove. It belonged to Erica but made the outfit seem even more perfectly cheap and tawdry when his sister put it on.
It could have been worse for Erica. Erica owned far sluttier clothes. She was just happy he didn’t find them and make her wear those instead.
"Oh, right!" Adam hastily dug through the clothes that his mother had carefully folded and tossed them around the room. "Neither of you can wear bras or panties ever," he said. He gave Erica some ugly boots and a belt that didn't go with the outfit at all.
Erica sighed and began to put them on.
“Neither of you should ever wear a bra or panties under your clothes when you are in public places. You don’t like them.” He told both of them.
Beverly didn’t seem as frightened by this rule. Her tits didn’t hang down and need support the way that Erica’s did. She could run in a t-shirt and they would barely jiggle. Erica’s knockers would be swinging wildly when she ran during gym.
Panic wafted down Erica's spine. The only girls in her school that wore no panties were slutty skags and boyfriend stealers. She stared at her mother to see if Beverly would flinch. Beverly didn't flinch.
She told Adam the only kind of girl that does that that is attention whores with ugly faces, questionable morals and average features. They need validation that they aren't ordinary and think that is one way to get it.

Erica knew there were some popular girls who also never wore panties but she wouldn’t mention or acknowledge the members of Trilogy. They were a very exclusive elite club at school and Erica wanted nothing to do with them anymore.
"I know," Adam folded his arms. He was a freshman, and he had stared longingly at those girls. Barry and the JTP called them ‘Butter faces’ because everything was good except their faces. The few girls who dared to go without panties at his school never gave Adam the time of day or intentionally let him look up their skirts. It didn't stop him from following them in the hopes of catching a peek. Very few girls gave Adam the time of day at school.
Adam had heard rumors that there were a group of hot cheerleaders and popular girls who hazed one another at school but it was just rumors. He had heard there was a week every year where they made new members wear no panties and even flip their skirts up around school.

He had never ever actually SEEN it happen. He didn’t think Principal Ball would look the other way and allow that to happen. The legendary tale of the cheerleader’s hazing each other during try-outs was part of what inspired him to make his sister do the same thing if he could.
"What if I get in trouble?" Erica ignored the insult of being compared to slutty butter faces. She put her thumbs in her waistband and stood waiting for some confirmation before she revealed her naked body to her little brother.
"Mom owns Principal Ball. She'll come down and demand to know who was looking up her precious baby's skirt! Won't you, Mom?" Adam assured her.
"You know I will," Beverly agreed. She didn't need to be ordered to do that. She would have done that anyway.
"You will also be nice to me at school. You will talk to me and acknowledge me as your brother. You will stop any bullies from hassling me," Adam instructed his sister while he watched her slip the panties off and step out of them.
Erica looked like this was entirely out of the question while she quickly wrapped the denim skirt around her.
"What about me? What should I wear?" Beverly was still topless and expected she could wear a top like her daughter.
"Where are your stockings?" Adam ransacked the piles of clothes that his mother had painstakingly arranged in his room looking for them.
"Those are in my room," Beverly said. When Adam reiterated he asked for ALL clothes to be brought to his room, Beverly admitted that she misunderstood. "I don't think you understand just how many shoes I own. They'd fill your entire room. I had to leave out some things," Beverly hadn't misunderstood at all. She left out all her lacey teddies, camisoles, and lingerie intentionally. That was for the bedroom with Murray. She kept them with her dildos and lube for ‘alone time’ in a special drawer.
"Show me where they are!" Adam insisted she tell him. He was confident he could be more forceful with his mother.
He didn’t know his Mom wasn’t under the influence of his mind control. She was shocked but then grinned lovingly. She had taught her baby to be more assertive and she chalked that up as a teachable moment worth eating a little crow. Adam would learn about sex toys one day. She obliged him and thought to herself “If he didn’t want to see mama’s toys then he shouldn’t have asked!”
Erica smirked. She suspected her Mom had sex toys in her room, but she wasn't sure of it. Beverly's ashen face was all she needed to see to know that her Mom didn't want Adam to go into her bedroom.
"Can we do that when you get home from school? You are going to be late. I'll just stay like this," Beverly offered sweetly.
"No, we have time!" Adam followed his mother to her bedroom.
Beverly tried to tempt him with his favorite breakfast yum-yums downstairs.
"Nah, I'll just gulp down some Mr. T cereal," Adam insisted. "I may even have time to make you some more tea," he said.
"I just love it when you make mommy tea! Why don't' we do that now," Beverly was already red-faced thinking about what Adam was going to find in her special closet. She wasn't as much worried about the lingerie. She knew her son had been spanking it to JC Penny's catalogs featuring women's bras for several years. It was filled with her special sex toys and dildos Bev thought would be safely hidden from prying eyes that she was worried about.
Adam seldom went into his parent's bedroom. There was nothing interesting in there. She had emptied her closets just as he had told her. There was a mountain of shoe boxes in another closet that held no interest to Adam.
Beverly led him to an ornate dresser that would have looked at home in a garish boudoir of a Hollywood Madame. She seemed hesitant to open the drawers. Adam opened them and began rifling through them.
Adam assumed he found one of his old action figures at the bottom of the carefully organized pile of expensive lacey undergarments. He pulled it out and realized instantly it was his mother's penis-shaped dildo.
Erica giggled, and Beverly looked mortified.
Adam's initial response was to drop the toy. He was terrified of it and didn’t know what it was. It looked like a plastic dick and it was sticky. He realized it must have been INSIDE of his mother!! Adam's naive reaction made Beverly feel a little better about her son's intentions towards her. If he meant to make this sexual, he could easily have done so.
That would mean that the bet would be over since one of the conditions they both agreed was necessary was that this immediately ended if Adam ordered either of them to have sex with him.
Beverly shuddered about the possibility, and his recent spastic panic when he touched the dildo reassured her that it was an unlikely scenario. It didn’t hurt to make sure that it was understood though. She knew her daughter was sexually active but she wasn’t boy-crazy enough to fuck her own brother just to win a bet. At least, she hoped Erica wasn’t!
"Gah, what? Why? Why would you have that?" Adam had never seen a dildo before. He didn't know what it was.
"That's uh," Erica had. She grinned sheepishly and explained, "That is mom's special toy!"
"Why would you play with a toy shaped like a penis?" Adam still played with action figures. His frame of reference was that his mother treated the toy like it was a real person and made it talk and move around. It quickly dawned on him what it's true purpose was.
"That is naughty!" he grinned at his red-faced mother. Erica was enjoying this. She may not have on any panties when she went to school, but watching her Mom's consternation was worth the price of admission.
Adam had other concerns on his mind right now. He wondered how far he could push his mother. He had already tested Erica. He had seen a brief glimpse of bush as she changed in front of him. He felt his mother may be more susceptible to suggestions since she had been altogether more agreeable. He picked up the first thing that caught his eye and asked his mother what it was.
His mother explained it was a gift from Murray. She smirked that Murray hadn't picked it out, but he would have if he had been with her at Victoria's Secret. Adam was handling a lacey white high waisted garter set. "Here, wear this with some matching stockings," he handed it to his mother.
"What else?" She asked him. The outfit was intended to be worn with a pair of panties and a bra.
"Pick out some high heels," Adam said, that was all he wanted her to wear today.
"I can keep on my panties, though, right?" Beverly chuckled like that was just an oversight on her son's part. They didn't match, but they would do. The high waisted garter belt did cover some of her pubic area, but her butt cheeks and pussy lips would be exposed.
"No, take everything off now," Adam insisted.
"Take it off! Take it off!" Erica chanted at her Mom's misfortune.
Beverly was reluctant to take off her skirt. "What if Momma needs to go out?" she thought of a reasonable excuse. She felt it wasn't fair that Erica got to wear a blouse and skirt if she had to be virtually naked. If anything, the outfit would draw attention to her nudity.
"You can wear an overcoat or a robe if you HAVE to leave the house. Otherwise, I want you to wear only outfits like this around the house for now," Adam said. He didn’t want his Mom leaving the house all day shopping as an excuse not to stay naked. He could tell she was struggling not to yell at him.
His Mom glared at him. She didn’t say she wouldn’t wear a robe to leave the house but she didn’t look happy about it.

“Fine, you will wear something low-cut and sexy! Short skirt. No bra or panties,” Adam decided adding “Just like Erica wears! I want you in full make up and your hair done. I don’t want you shopping all day. Take it off as soon as you get home. Only leave if you need too.”

Adam felt that the girls were still resistant to his mind control. He assumed that it may take time to kick in. He didn’t want to push his luck.
Beverly thought about quitting the game. She was thoroughly humiliated. If Erica hadn't gloated so much and chanted "Take it off," she might have. She wanted to prove to Erica that she wouldn't freak out that easily.
"If that is what you want," Beverly surprised Erica and Adam by removing her skirt and stepping out of her yellow panties. Beverly had a very plump tush and a thick mound of pubic hair. Adam couldn't see the pink beneath the hair as he could in Penthouse magazine. He wasn't sure if his mother even had pink. Beverly was happy that she could shop and she would definitely oblige him by having her nails and hair done. When she thought about it she was happy that he considered her capable of being sexy! She didn’t mind that order nearly as much as she had wearing the awkward trench coat. She was already thinking of ways to bedazzle and jazz up her skimpy attire.
Adam’s dick grew hard unexpectedly in his underwear as he watched his mom step into the outfit.
He knew this was very taboo and on so many levels terribly wrong. "Stunning!" he said, and truly the blonde MILF did look perfect in only garter and stockings. It hugged her curves just right.
"Oh, thank you," Beverly was genuinely flattered. He made the girls tea while they did their hair and prepared their make-up. Adam insisted they put on lots of bright blue eye shadow and cherry red lipstick.
The girls went about curling their hair and their normal hygiene rituals after he approved of their almost clownishly trashy makeup.
The girls didn't ask him for permission. They followed his orders, but they independently made decisions to do normal things like go to the bathroom, brush their teeth, or use deodorant. Adam made the assumption the mind-control allowed his mother and sister to function normally without his direction but that he could make suggestions to alter their behavior. He was happy that he wouldn't have to micro-manage them like zombies or robots.
As Adam waited, he began designing Zombie Robots absent-mindedly in his notebook. Then he remembered they might need a fresh dose of mind control. "Better safe than sorry," he said to himself. He frequently talked to himself and was pleasantly surprised to see that neither his mother or sister made fun of him for it this time.
Adam served the two of them tea while he finished his breakfast. Erica usually skipped breakfast because she was constantly dieting and then binging, and right now, she was on a diet cycle.
"Lift your left leg while you drink the tea," he tested his mother. To his surprise she immediately obeyed him. She could barely contain her giggles as she pretended to have no choice.

Beverly held her leg up the entire time she drank her tea. Erica and Beverly could barely contain their giggles as Adam gave them silly orders while they finished their tea. He told them to touch their nose or bend over and touch their toes. He told them to dribble their fingers under their mouths like a motorboat. The girls giggled and did what he said obediently. It reassured Adam that a fresh application of Tea had been just what they needed. He was also testing their compliance to his orders to see how quickly they responded and if they resisted any of them.
Erica and Beverly were both so prideful and competitive that they almost never resisted Adam when they were together. They were acutely aware that if they hesitated even a little, the other one would call them out for being a chicken later.
"Rub your tummy and single I am a little teapot, Erica," he said to his sister.
"I am a little teapot short and stout. Tip me over and pour me out," Erica sang cutely and tried not to barf. She was so going to wring his neck when this was all over. Right now, she was basking in the notion that while she had it rough not wearing panties, her Mom was going to remain completely naked all afternoon.
If her friends the "Bevolution" were to come over she'd have a tough time explaining herself.
"Push your nose up and make a piggy noise," Adam made both of them oink like a pig after they finished their tea. "Any time you finish your tea, I want you to make a piggy noise," he said. He felt like that would be a good test of their compliance. If they were still under his control, they would immediately signal it when they finished their tea. He hoped they weren't building up immunity by his frequent dosing. He wanted to make sure they would not snap out of it.
His last command to his mother was to go through their clothes in his room. "Anything that isn't sexy, I want you to throw in the garbage. There should only be sheer tops, tight short skirts, stuff like that," he said.
Erica and Beverly both panicked. They might have thrown in the towel right then and there. They both loved their clothes. Beverly was a self-confessed shop-a-holic.
"No, I have better idea. You don’t need them right now. Fold the unnecessary clothes and then box them up and put them in the garage," he changed his mind. They were happier with that outcome. "Leave no more than five outfits for Erica at school. Leave yourselves each a nice dress to go out to dinner. I want you to Leave your smallest bikinis, and two casual outfits for yourself," Adam made it clear that they'd both be wearing a lot less in the immediate future.
They would have just enough clothes to get through a laundry cycle and he wanted all of them to be cut-short and sexy. He felt if he could get his Mom and Erica to dress that way he could get cute girls at school to dress that way. He also wanted to test the limits of dress code with Erica. He naturally assumed he could order his mom to get her out of trouble if he went too far.
"Okay, Adam. If that is what you want," Beverly sounded thankful. She was delighted her son may want to go to dinner with her. She was hoping that he’d order her to go to one of her favorite seafood restaurants.
"Will those garter belts fit Erica?" Adam admired his Mom's shapely features as she stood at the table.
"As if!" Erica guffawed. She was a shapely teenager, but she felt she had a much thinner waist than her mother.
"Okay, you'd be naked then," Adam shrugged that it didn't matter. Suddenly, Erica had to fight not to choke up some bile and spit acid.
"Whatever you say, Adam," she smiled at him.
Adam noted that Erica showed resistance. His sister was spunky, and he was pleased to see that whatever was keeping her in line was working.
At school, when he was talking with Dave Kim about his plans, they discussed what happened that morning. Dave said he felt they were ready to use this on some girls their own age.
Adam said he still planned to test his sister and Mom. He worried that like King Kong banging on their barriers that one of them would eventually break them down and realize what he had made them do.
"Yeah, your mom is Queen Kong, and your sister is like Princess Kong!" Dave acknowledged that they would kick his ass until it looked like "Donkey Kong!"
"Thanks, Dave Kim," Adam said sarcastically. He realized Dave was right. Adam usually didn't think his schemes out to their conclusion. He hadn't considered what might happen when he eventually ended the experiment. He also wanted Erica, and his Mom to fight his battles for him and not hassle him.
"Maybe just stop making them walk around with their tits out then?" Dave Kim suggested. It seemed like a logical conclusion.
"Hail Adam, my man, my man!" Barry offered his little brother a cordial fist bump in the hallway at school. Barry was accompanied by his friends in the JTP. Barry had been bragging about the night before when Adam shut up his sister. The older boys appeared to idolize him.
Naked Rob - so named because he likes to get naked asked how he convinced Erica and his Mom to walk around topless.
"What?" Adam said.
Andy Cogan, the shortest member of the squad, said: "Yeah, Big Tasty said you did some kind of voodoo on them!"
"He did?" Adam swallowed hard. Did they know about his mind control pills?
Geoff Schwartz, who also has a huge crush on Erica, explained that they meant that figuratively. They didn't know anything about the mind control. They just assumed he had some hold on Erica. "You told her to take her top off, and she did? How did you make her do that?" he asked.
Matthew Bradley, the newest member of the JTP and possibly the most reasonable, explained that maybe Erica and Beverly just wanted to get a rise out of everybody at the table. "My Mom walks around in her bra and panties all the time. It is really not that big of a deal," Matt said. Matt recently moved here from California, and his family was much more laid back than the Goldbergs.
"Shut up, Matt Bradley, no one wants to hear from you!! So little bro, how about you share with your big brother Barry what you did to tame Erica?" he said.
"I didn't tame her," Adam shrugged. He wasn't used to so much positive attention. "I just have a convincing way about me. I think Mom and Erica listen to me because I am wise," he said.
"Nah bro, you are like slick rick! You have the power of voodoo or something! It's freaky weird," My brother insisted with admiration. I have to admit I was eating that up. "Don't you want to get payback for all the heinous shit she has pulled on us over the years?" he said.
"Don't you remember when we found Erica's video love letters to the New Kids on the Block when she wore braces? We showed everybody the videos of her singing an awkward song to them, and everyone found it endearing!" I reminded him that we looked like dicks for showing that video to her friends and mocking her.
"Yeah, but this plan has something that plan didn't!" Barry was ever the narcissistic, never-say-die optimist when it came to bad ideas.
"What is that?" I asked as my brother put his arm around my shoulder affectionately.
"Erica's boobs!" he smirked.
The JTP chanted their response enthusiastically
“Erica’s Boobs!” they shouted in unison while pumping their fists.
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