The polished chrome ring on Bobby's finger gleamed subtly in the bright fluorescent lighting of the food court as he idly twisted it. His keen eyes scanned the bustling lunchtime crowd for new prospects, lingering momentarily on a few attractive women before settling on a particularly enticing pair - an elegant older businesswoman in a sharp blazer and pencil skirt, whose voluptuous curves betrayed her age, and next to her, her daughter, clearly around 18 or 19 years old, her yoga pants and crop top hugging every inch of her lithe, youthful form. The breathtaking mother-daughter pair were sharing a plate of California rolls at the sushi counter between sporadic giggles and whispers.
A sly smile crept across Bobby's face as he closed his eyes, focusing his will into the ring's mystical power. He extended ethereal tendrils of mental energy towards his targets, bending and shaping their perception of reality to his whims. In mere moments, a whole new fabricated history crystallized within their minds - Bobby was their beloved husband and father, a successful middle-aged businessman who had been part of their idyllic family life for decades.
To the oblivious women and everyone else in the crowded mall, nothing seemed amiss when Bobby called out in a warm, affectionate tone, "Girls! Over here!"
The daughter - now known as Sarah in the invented memories Bobby had implanted - practically bounced over to his corner booth, an excited grin plastered across her fresh-faced features. "Hey dad!" she chirped eagerly, sliding into the booth across from him.
Her mother Jessica followed close behind with a tender smile on her crimson-painted lips. "Darling, what a nice surprise," she purred in a sultry voice, nestling herself intimately against Bobby's side. In her mind's eye, skewed by his telepathic tampering, they were the picture of a perfect nuclear family out for a casual lunch date. She didn't even register the slightest hint of impropriety when Bobby's hand boldly slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, caressing her thigh with a possessive grip.
"How's work going, honey?" Jessica inquired casually while helping herself to another piece of sushi, seemingly oblivious to the way Bobby's fingers were roughly invading the thin fabric of her panties and delving into her moistening folds.
"Can't complain," Bobby responded through a rakish grin, working two digits knuckle-deep into Jessica's aching pussy while she sat placidly nibbling at her meal. Her glazed over eyes showed not a flicker of recognition at the brazen violation - in her altered state, she simply perceived his groping hands as an affectionate gesture between loving spouses. "Though I could use some... stress relief," he added with a deliberate emphasis, withdrawing his glistening fingers from her dripping cunt to lasciviously lick them clean.
"Poor daddy, working so hard," Sarah cooed in a sweet, sympathetic tone, entirely unaware of how her father's free hand was groping and kneading her pert breasts through the tight fabric of her crop top. As far as her fabricated memories were concerned, he was doing nothing more than giving her a paternal pat of reassurance.
"Why don't you girls help me... relax?" Bobby suggested with a lusty undercurrent to his words, withdrawing his soaked hand from Sarah's top and bringing it to his lips to noisily suck the tangy juices from his fingertips.
"Of course!" the daughter readily agreed with an oblivious smile, ducking down beneath the tablecloth before either of them could protest. To any casual observer, she would have simply appeared to be retrieving a dropped napkin or fallen utensil. Only Bobby was privy to the delightfully deviant reality unfolding mere inches away as Sarah's soft lips readily parted to accommodate the thick, throbbing length of his erection, greedily gulping down as much of his rigid cock as her petite mouth could manage. He groaned from the exquisite wet heat and suction of her eager ministrations, the vibrations of her muffled voice humming pleasurably along his flesh as she gazed up at him with big, innocent eyes, believing she was merely having an intimate father-daughter chat.
"The wasabi is quite strong today," Jessica idly commented in a tone of mild observation, seemingly deaf to the labored grunts and slurps of her daughter's wanton cocksucking taking place just inches away from her face.
"Mmmmph... slurp... ghhkk!" Sarah sputtered and gagged around the thick invasion plundering her throat, though all her mother heard was something akin to a muffled 'Yes Mom!' of agreement. Jessica continued daintily nibbling at her colorful array of sushi and sashimi, utterly oblivious to the sordid acts unfolding right beside her.
Bobby turned his lustful gaze towards the older woman, leering down her blouse at the ample swell of her cleavage while his hands gripped Sarah's hair in an vice-like grip, viciously yanking her head back and forth to impale her helplessly gasping mouth on his rampant length. "Why don't you join her under there, honey?" he growled in a thick, gruff tone. "I'm sure you're... hungry for more than just sushi."
Jessica responded with a warm, adoring smile as she rose from the booth without a moment's hesitation, blissfully blind to the deeply untoward acts her husband and daughter were engaged in. From the perspective of the other lunchtime patrons and busy waitstaff, the booth now appeared vacant and unoccupied - Bobby's mind-bending powers making his and his 'family's' presence seem utterly unremarkable and easily overlooked.
A guttural groan rumbled from Bobby's chest as two pairs of eager lips and searing mouths now worked in tandem along the pillars of his erect shaft, slobbering and slavering over his turgid maleness with sloppy, wanton enthusiasm. Jessica and Sarah were completely and utterly unaware of each other's presence or actions, operating solely within the bounded parameters of the fantasy Bobby had constructed in their minds - that this was just another mundane family interaction over lunch.
"Such a good family," Bobby panted, his eyes rolling back from the sheer blissful ecstasy of having both mother and daughter's mouths servicing him in slobbering alternation. His hands ruthlessly latched onto the backs of their craning necks, brutishly mashing their faces together to deep-throat his cock in tandem before wrenching them apart once more with ragged gasps and gags. "Always taking care of my needs..."
The food court continued its usual bustling routine of activity all around them, neighboring diners and shoppers meandering by without so much as a cursory glance towards the seemingly empty booth in the corner. No one batted an eye or raised any alarm at the harsh, wet sounds of gagging and ragged panting emanating from beneath the tablecloth - Bobby's ring subtly but inextricably altering their perception of reality to suit his depraved needs.
He could already feel the telltale tingle in his groin heralding his impending climax, throbbing ever harder between the slobbering lips of the wife and daughter. With a lustful growl, Bobby wrenched Sarah's gasping mouth away at the last moment, aiming the delirious jerks of his cockhead squarely at their already glazed-over and vacant faces. Both women responded with vapid, euphoric expressions of bliss, happily panting with parted mouths as thick, ropey strands of Bobby's spend generously spattered across their features, trailing down their cheeks and anointing every inch of their visages with his potent seed.
"Mmmm, delicious!" Jessica moaned with a throaty rasp, enthusiastically licking away the glistening pearls of jism clinging to her crimson lips and chin. Her expensive blazer was utterly streaked and stained with the creamy residue of Bobby's orgasm, though her befuddled mind interpreted it all as nothing more than a tasty dessert.
"Thanks dad!" Sarah echoed in a bubbly chirp, equally oblivious to the copious amounts of her supposed father's fertile issue glazing her pretty features, matting in her hair and trickling down her neck and chest in thick rivulets. Through her warped lens of reality, she simply perceived it as a sweet creamy treat to be savored and enjoyed with her family.
As the debauched pair emerged from under the tablecloth, Bobby drank in the sight of their flushed cheeks, heaving bosoms, and disheveled states - tousled hair framing their cum-streaked faces like utterly spent debauchees. Yet their guileless smiles and vapid, unfocused gazes hinted at none of the salacious acts they had just enthusiastically performed.
"Now then," Bobby announced with a slight huff, willing a subtle wave of influence from his telepathic powers as he rose from the booth to usher them out. "Let's do some family shopping. I want to spoil my girls with new outfits."
"Really? You're the best!" Sarah squealed in unrestrained girlish glee, the sticky strands of Bobby's spend still dribbling down her chin and throat as she bounced animatedly on the balls of her feet.
"Such a generous husband," Jessica echoed her daughter's sentiment, unconsciously swiping her tongue across her seed-streaked lips in an instinctive yet blissfully ignorant attempt to tidy her ruined makeup.
Bobby simply smirked to himself as the trio exited the food court, his debauched 'family' excitedly gathering their belongings and making their way further into the bustling shopping mall, completely and utterly blind to the graphic states they had been left in. A thousand delicious possibilities danced through Bobby's mind at the potential afforded by the changing room stalls and secluded alcoves that lay ahead - such ripe opportunities for further 'fatherly bonding' with his captive new kin.
Inconspicuously, he slid his ring finger into his pants pocket to conceal the slight crimson aura now pulsating from the chrome band, signifying a 'checkpoint' of its arcane influence had been solidified. No one would see it, no one would perceive its subtle glow amidst the vibrant neon lights and flashing advertisements that lined the wide shopping concourses. Bobby had no intention of bringing this depraved fantasy to an end anytime soon. Shopping and trying on new outfits seemed a particularly enticing idea...