Toys For Boys

Chapter One

Milfy Mommies

Author’s Note

Hello readers! I’m a new author named Piper Marrigold! I’m a lesbian with a couple unorthodox, problematic kinks I’d love to share ^W first of all, this lovely story of a teenage boy turning lots of milfy lesbians into his slaves. All characters in this story are eighteen or older. Relax, have fun, and don’t forget this would be RANCIDLY immoral irl lol~ my email pipermarrigold@gmail.com is open to fanmail tehe~

Lex smiled as he walked, a skip in his step and his hands uncharacteristically not stuffed in his pockets. His mother, in contrast, sighed with a look of aggravation.

“No, Lex, for the last time, you can’t ‘have’ your sister’s girlfriend! She’s taken, and even if I WERE to let her cheat with you, she’s a lesbian- are you even listening?”

“Nope!” Lex answered, grinning ear to ear. A black ring shimmered on his finger in the soft light of the grocery store, and it glazed the air around it in a nefarious haze nobody could see. “I just don’t see the big deal. Sasha gets to kiss her all she wants, and Sasha’s a GIRL. I should get to kiss her too.”

“Just…just stop,” his mother almost growled. She walked slumped over her cart, with thick dark bags under her weary eyes. “I’m not in the mood today. Just drop it. Jesebel is Sasha’s girlfriend. She’s not into guys. She’s off limits. Just stop asking, okay? I’m getting sick of it.”

“Fine, fiiine,” Lex said and rolled his soft blue eyes. He took a moment to adjust his short braided ponytail and luscious bangs. He whirled ahead and as he turned the corner he saw two older(ish) women- mid to late forties, if he had to guess. They stood tall and confident, holding hands and each carrying a small basket that hung from the other arm. They both wore pretty makeup and elegant, ladylike clothes. He thought about kissing them. The ring’s powers laid themselves out in his mind again.

“Cute kid,” tittered one of the women as they passed him. Her eyes shone a brilliant amber sort of color as she walked past him, keeping her hand locked with the other woman- fingers laced, too. Their bodies seemed mature and curvey in a nice, soft, inviting sort of way- sexy and maternal. Hearing one call him “cute”…

“Call me cute again,” he blurted out. She turned to regard him with a sort of iritated sneer and frowned. She even let go of the other woman’s hand. He almost took a step back. Almost.

“Excuse me?” She asked, the doll-like look of her makeup not doing much to lessen the severity of her expression. But then the ring pulled somehow at Lex, and it reached somehow towards her, and her eyes hazed up. Her expression, her stance, most things about her, just…changed. She became less confident, less upset, less…sure of herself. After her head wobbled left and right a second, her angry mouth curled into a gentle smile. “You…are very, very cute.” She looked at him softly…almost submissively. It tickled part of him. He liked that. He really liked that.

“Sweetie?” Asked the other, seeming concerned. “Do you…feel okay?”

“I feel…good, actually,” replied the first woman. Her voice warbled and trembled with soft lazy delirium as she spoke. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, glassy and fuzzy and deeply unfocused but still undeniably anchored to him, to his face. “Is it okay if I…stare at you…? You’re just…so cute….” Lex giggled as he nodded his head yes.

“Hey, Alisha, something’s…up…!” the other woman muttered as she tried to pull Alisha away. Alisha did not budge. As her companion yanked and tugged as hard as they could, Alisha simply stayed put. She did not turn. She did not visibly struggle to resist. She did not even look the other woman’s way. She just stayed right where she was and kept staring all comfy and cozy and gentle, right at Lex.

“Nothing’s wrong Kiri,” Alisha mumbled happily, the ring’s magic keeping its hold on her. “I’m just looking at a cutie cause it makes me happy to do that, is all….everything is fine.” Lex giggled and turned his eyes towards Kiri. Her face lit up with anger and fear, and her weight started lurnching forward. He didn’t like that.

“Take a nice deep breath,” he ordered her as if by instinct, “calm down. It’s okay.” The ring’s energy seemed to slough off of Alisha. It flowed up to and around and into Kiri. As it slipped past her will, past her flesh, into her brain, she lost her intent and momentum. She stumbled a step and a half closer. She came to a stop. She stood slouched, face limply pointing itself at him. She took one, two, three deep breaths. She calmed down as instructed. All signs of stress in her body language steadily oozed away out of her. “Stand straight up,” Lex instructed. The woman obediantly straightened her back. Her eyes hooded and lazily fell to position mostly closed.

“Everything…is okay,” she mumbled. Lex felt nothing behind her words. She almost seemed to be sleeptalking.

“You two are gorgeous…” said Lex quietly. He grinned wide as it started to dawn on him what was happening. “Are you two, like, conscious?”

“Not really…no,” Kiri whimpered. “Conscious implies thinking. No thinking here. We hear and obey.”

“Hear and obey…” repeated Alisha with an aroused whimper. Her body shuddered happily after she spoke.

“Mmmm…grab your boobs.”

“Yes, cutie,” the two women answered together and grabbed their boobs. The action seemed limp, lifeless, pathetic…he didn’t want dolls, he wanted girls. But waking them up right away? No, not yet…he would program them first.

“Are you two lesbians?” He asked. Both of them weakly nodded yes.

“We’ve been married…for almost ten years,” Alisha answered first. She held up her hand, which sported a beautiful wedding ring.

“Tenth anniversary is…in…t-two months,” Kiri mewled, even that basic amount of recollection giving her some trouble. “May…ninth.”

“Cool,” Lex lied. He didn’t really care, but the two women being wives did turn him on a little. “As lesbian milfs, you know it’s your duty to serve young men- boys- right?”

“It…is?” Asked Kiri. She seemed confused, a little upset, doubtful. Without knowing how, Lex tightened the ring’s grip on her mind. Her body snapped to attention standing straight up, arms pinned to her sides, lips forced back into a huge clearly artificial grin. “Yes, darling. It is our duty to serve boys.”

“To serve…boys?” Said Alisha, her body stirring slightly. Lex instinctively slackened the ring’s grip on Kiri to crush her wife, but felt the woman’s mind start to stir the moment the grip on it lessened. He bound it again, and fashioned fingers of the remaining influence. Those fingers wiggled and crawled into Alisha through her eyes, her ears, her mouth. They slid into her brain, began stroking and sculpting and moving it. She moaned as what little control she had left slipped away.

“My duty…serve boys…” Alisha whimpered helplessly. “We serve boys…” the words tumbled out of her mouth on their own. Somehow Lex could see them poisoning her mind on their way out. The invasive fingers stroked them into her, signed them playfully onto her brainstem like a person tracing patterns into a cat’s fur. She grinned emptily as she accepted her new reality and her place in relation to young men. Kiri’s struggles intensified in his grip when she heard her wife say those words, but the bondage of Lex’s ring squeezed her tighter like an anaconda. Her eyes lit up with fake delight. Her mouth sparkled and erupted into a vibrant, hollow smile that shone like a diamond.

“Lesbians serve boys!” She squealed with bliss that wasn’t hers. “We hear and obey!” Her face glowed with ecstacy that her body, rapt and tense and tightly wound, did not match. But the words impacted her like a hammer. She did not survive them unaltered. “Lesbians…serve boys! We obey! It’s our duty!” She emptily squeaked. She didn’t know it but even saying those words with that smile pulled her away from her self and towards a shape that Lex wanted her to be. “Lesbians…obey boys! We hear and obey!” She cried happily, the words smashing her brain into a more amennable shape to the cute boy controlling her.

“We hear and obey…” whimpered Alisha. “Obey…” she whined, her body swishing and swaying pathetically from side to side. “Obey.”

“Obeyyyyy..” sighed Kiri.

“Good girls. You love to obey.”

“We love to obeyyyyyy,” said both women. Their minds felt Lex’s influence. They felt it forcing them to change. Neither had the strength to resist. They surrendered. They learned to love obediance. They learned quickly.

Lex’s mom finally called for him. He whipped his head around and felt his grip on the two women break. She came around the corner.

“Damnit Lex, what are you doing?”

“Just…greeting these pretty ladies,” Lex said awkwardly.

“Your son is adorable,” Kiri said with a wide grin, “can I obey him please?”

“Huh?” Asked Lex’s mother.

“Obey him,” reiterated Alisha. “We’re lesbians. He’s a cute boy. We want to obey him.”

“We HAVE to obey him,” corrected Kiri. “It’s our calling. Our…duty, you know. To obey boys. Us being lesbians.”

“Especially CUTE boys,” Alisha cut back in. “Cute boys like your son. He’s so cute. I love your son so much.”

“Leeeeex,” sighed his mother, palming her forhead to half-cover an iritated grimace, “what did you do?”

“Just don’t worry about it,” he said to his mother and waved his hand. The haze of the ring seemed to her to expand, to consume him and both of the women, to make her perception of them vague and foggy. She blinked as her eyes got wet and bleary. “Just finish grocery shopping without me and meet me at home.”

“Finish…shopping,” his mother said with a weak nod of her head. “It’s okay, dear. I’ll finish shopping and wait for you at home. Everything is okay.” Her mouth pulled slightly into a soft, content look of lazy commitment. “There’s nothing to worry about. I can just keep on shopping.” She walked past the two women. They giggled at her as she passed them and then they turned back towards Lex. He licked his lips.

“Now what are you two wearing so many layers for?” He teased with a smile. “Strip to your underwear.”

“Of course,” said Kiri.

“Right away…” whispered Alisha. They both began unbuttoning their coats and smiling sheepishly.

“We hear and obey,” they both said in unison as their baskets cluttered to the floor and spilled vegetables and bread on the floor. Neither woman seemed to notice or care. They finished unbuttoning and slipped out of their coats, which fluttered gently to the floor. Both of them immediately began to work on their shirts, undoing one button after another going down their matching white blouses. With each button, more of their pearly flesh popped into view. Pretty quickly, they threw those off too. Beneath them a pair of G-cup breasts hung from each woman’s chest, held aloft by vibrant black and blue bras.

“Ohhhh…I love your tits…”

“Thank you sweetie,” both women sighed happily as they bounced and squeezed their breasts in their hands. They grinned wide, and Lex could feel in the ring how happy they felt to obey.

“Get those pants off,” he barked.

“Yes dear, of course,” they answered together. Their hands limply descended to their office pants. They undid the buckles and zippers quickly. The pants joined their blasers and blouses on the grocery store’s tile floor. They stepped out of them, having to wriggle out of their shoes first.

“Did we do well?” Asked Kiri, happy to obey. Lex smiled and licked his lips.

“Now touch each other’s boobs.”

“With pleasure,” answered Kiri. She turned to face Alisha and placed her hands on her wife’s breasts. Alisha returned the gesture. Neither woman felt interest in their wife’s body anymore, but both eagerly fondled and squeezed and felt themselves getting wet. “We hear…and obeyyyyy.”

“I obey!” Giggled Alisha, her cheeks turning a bright red. “I obeyyyy.”

“You two are going to be mine from now on, okay?”

“…no,” Alisha responded. “Not yours. Hers. I just obey.”

Lex paused. They said no…? Wait, they were programmed to obey, specifically. Perhaps an order…?

“Yeah,” chided Kiri, in between performative moans meant to please him, “we’re not…hhhh…yours. We obey.”

“We LOVE to obey,” specified Alisha.

“We…LOVE to obey,” moaned Kiri. Her head flopped back and her eyes fluttered and rolled. “But….I’m hers-”

“Come home with me,” spat Lex. “Be my momslaves. Forever.”

“F-foreverrrr?” Whimpered Alisha, something in her voice ringing with a tang of fear and arousal. Kiri groaned sexually at the top of her lungs.

“His momslaves…foreverrrrr,” Kiri moaned, her smile somehow consuming even more of her face. The woman’s thick luscious thighs smooshed and ground together with arousal. “Yes, I hear and obey. Obey this…cute boy…”

“Spoil himmmm,” moaned Alisha, the ring filling her mind with warm domestic thoughts of doting on him slavishly 24/7 for the rest of her life. Somehow, despite her lesbianism, despite her age, she…really liked it. She gripped her wife’s tits harder, and Kiri groaned appropriately. “We’re gonna be his MOMSSSSS,” she hissed, flush in the face and having no idea why that turned her on so much. “His submissive…obediant…MOMSSSS.”

“Submissive obediant MOMSSSSS,” Alisha groaned at the top of her lungs, grinning wildly. She gripped her wife’s tits harder. Her fingers practically bit into the soft, squishy flesh of Kiri’s suckable fuckable boobies.

Lex smiled, confident he could make his new mothers do anything he wanted. His slight, delicate cheeks lit up a sharp red as he pondered what he could do. His heart fluttered with excitement. “Declare that you’re mine. Not hers, mine.” The ring reached out again, meeting what resistance each woman had left and hollowing it out with ease. Both moaned and ground their exposed thighs together as all of the dedication to and pride in their almost ten year marriage dissolved into thin air and left them. Their minds felt so much more comfortably empty without whatever weight he’d relieved them of.

“Yess….snugglemuffin. I’m yours. Not hers. Only yours,” murmered an extremely content Alisha.

“I love you, baby, nobody else, not her, only you…” swooned Kiri. “I am yours forever, sweetie pie. Your loyal mother…” Both seemed only to smile wider at their “wife”’s rejection of them.

“How old are you two, sweeties?”

“I’m…h…..I’m forty eight, darling,” cooed Alisha.

“And I’m forty six, sweetie,” added Kiri. Both grinned vacantly at the cute boy who now owned them. “I hope that doesn’t bother you, darling. I’d love to be your obediant submissive momslave.”

“Yessss,” Alisha chimed in. “I want to belong to you, sweet pea.” They gave him soft looks of genuine maternal care as they continued groping one another’s tits. Aroused, Lex squirmed.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing!? Put your clothes back on!” Yelled an angry voice. The two women stepped away from each other in shock as Lex pivoted to see whho had interupted this time. A pretty young lady just about stomped up to them in jeans and a work polo. She had sandy blonde hair tied back and wore a grey visor cap. Her bright blue eyes, shining like ice, glared daggers at the mostly naked women. “Stop fucking in the store!”

“We’re not fucking,” Kiri giggled sweetly. “We’re only groping each other’s breasts. We’re lesbians and that cutie over there told us to.” She said it less in the way of someone passing the blame and more like she was explaining a simple concept in scientific terms. She offered the employee a soft smile that held no apology. “As lesbians we have to obey cute boys.”

“Mhm,” Alisha added, nodding her head a little bit for effect. “You’re straight, you wouldn’t understand. When a boy that cute gives an order, we as lesbians simply CAN’T disobey, and you can’t make us. It would be immoral.” The employee’s eyes darted from Lex to his enslaved mothers and back multiple times, steadily growing in both outrage and confusion. She shaped her pretty little mouth into an angry expression. Kiri and Alisha rapidly lost the ability to focus on her and turned their attention back to the act of performatively toying with one another’s breasts. The employee clenched her fists.

“I am a lesbian,” the employee growled, then insisted, “but get! OUT. I hate having to call security, they’re assholes!” Lex grinned a devilish little grin as he felt his ring reach out to her mind and engulf it like a small kitten vanishing under someone’s hand while being pet. Something resembling shocked fear cloaked her body language in an instant. “Wh….what…”

“That’s no way to speak to your betters,” Lex purred. He felt the ring slice his words straight into her very being. The worker’s mind instantly accepted the premise that those two women were in fact better than her.

“My…betters…huh…?” The girl whimpered, somewhat saddened by the sudden hit to her ego. Lex walked closely to her. He saw, underneath the clothes and the trembling, a youthfully fit body with some nice curves. He found her rather cute. “They…but…”

“Shhhh,” Lex trilled as a single hand rose to cup her face. He stared straight into her eyes. “Can’t you see how busty they are?” The young woman shook in place as that question rocked her world. She DID see how busty those two women were!

“I…do….” she whispered as a hint of admiration mixed into her face.

“Good girl,” Lex giggled, “that means they’re better than you. Girls are nothing but breasts, after all.”

“Girls are…n-noooo…” the lady whined as she struggled to find the flaws with these new ideas. She knew somehow deep in her heart that the boy touching her face told the truth, that women really were just their breasts. Even so, every cell in her body screamed that it was wrong, that she shouldn’t listen to him. “B-but…women…”

“Are just breasts, cutie,” reassured Lex with a patient smile. “Say it with me, miss. ‘Girls are just breasts. Nothing but breasts.’”

“Wom-” the employee started, then corrected herself as Lex said it. “Girls are just breasts. N-nothing but breasts.” Saying it felt so good, so natural, but…shouldn’t she hate that?

“Say it again, miss.”

“Girls are just breasts,” the employee repeated with less difficulty. “Nothing but breasts.”

“Again.”

“Girls are just breasts,” she said, feeling more and more of her body’s objections dim down. “Nothing but breasts.”

“And another. Smile. Feel how nice it is.”

“Girls are just breasts,” the employee said, visibly relaxing. She slumped into a more comfortable posture and her face went lax and a bit limp. She looked much cuter with such a relaxed expression. “Nothing but breasts,” she said with a faint incling of joy.

“See? Give me another, cutie.”

“Girls are just breasts,” repeated the young woman without a hint of reservation. Her mind had been won over. Her conscious thoughts accepted the words wholeheartedly as her own. “Nothing but breasts.” She felt so at ease. Just a nice, easygoing pair of breasts with the unimportant parts of a cute girl attached. Nothing she could imagine seemed better.

“One more.”

“Girls are just breasts. Nothing but breasts.” Not an ounce of resistance remained in the cute pair of boobs’ body. She spoke happily and freely. She felt proud not to fight such an obvious, wonderful truth.

“And bigger is better, don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” she aggreed without a moment’s hesitation. “Bigger IS better. So obvious.” Nothing seemed clearer to her and nothing ever had before in her life. She was breasts. Those two girls were breasts. She was smaller breasts, so they were better breasts. Girls were breasts. Nothing but breasts.

Bigger boobs.

Bigger is better.

Better boobs.

Girls are boobs.

Better girls.

She understood completely.

“My betters….” she moaned cozily as her eyes lazily indulged in the sexy lesbians’ beautiful breasts.

“That’s right, sweetie,” Lex said. “They are your betters. Now- you’re a lesbian?”

“Yes…”

“No.”

“No…?” She mouthed. Her face scrunched inwards due to confusion. How did he know if she was a lesbian or not? How dare he just, walk up and say that? “But…I am a lesbian…”

“No you’re not,” Lex purred as he took her head in his hands and lovingly stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “You are not a lesbian. You are absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, one hundred percent straight.” The words ripped a hole in her mind like a hurrican smashing open a barn. All her opinions, feelings, and thoughts about women’s bodies flew violently out the hole leaving her behind. She stood mouth agape for a second as the sudden violent change put her in shock.

But no amount of pain could override Lex’s sweet, affectionate touches forever. Before long she simply sighed and stared adoringly into his wonderful eyes. It seemed so silly to her that she used to honestly believe she was a lesbian. The thought just felt so strange and confusing now.

“I am…completely, totally straight,” she sighed with contentment on her lips. “I do not love wom- girls. Girls are breasts.”

“That’s right,” Lex said. “Now how about you take those jeans off?”

“My pleasure,” whimpered the pitiful little lady as she too slipped out of her pants. Lex smiled and licked his lips, staring at her panties.

“She has nice legs,” commented Alisha. Kiri giggled and chastised her for letting her eyes stray from her owner. Both women blushed with arousal.

Lex kissed his newest toy on the lips. She eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth and allowed it to slide over hers. He probed her mouth while she slipped her arms around him. He walked her over up against a wall, continuing to kiss her. His mind raced with possibilities…