Alma comforts Lisa

Alma led Lisa upstairs to her own bedroom and guided her down into the sheets which of course were rich with Alma's unique aroma. Lisa was clearly still in shock so she made no effort to resist as Alma laid her down then climbed onto the bed beside her, cradling the young woman in her flabby arms.

"Yer did good darl." Alma repeated, whispering in Lisa's ear as she stroked her hair, "Ya protected us ya did, protected the hotel an the guests, but most important, ya protected ya family."

Lisa whimpered softly, snuggling closer to Alma and soon they had repositioned, the women facing each other with Lisa pressed up into Alma's ample cleavage.

"Truth is darlin, that were yer maternal instincts kickin in. The urge to protect whats yours." Alma continued stroking Lisa's soft cheek as she unpopped a button from her filthy, stained dress, then another. Alma pulled open the garment revealing her huge, saggy breasts and pushed Lisa's face into them, gently gripping the back of her head and stroking her as Lisa breathed in her powerful musk deeply.

"An I should know love. Bein a mother ain't easy an ya learn a whole lot about yerself. But it has it's rewards." the old woman continued as her free hand slipped between her thick thighs and she began to touch herself, her odour only becoming stronger.

Lisa was in a daze. She had no idea what had come over her to do what she had, the thought of it playing back in her mind over and over as Alma tried to soothe her. Actually, the old woman made a lot of sense. Perhaps her subconscious had kicked into gear and compelled her to protect what was hers. Perhaps this was where she truly belonged.

It was with these thoughts running through Lisa's mind that Alma gently readjusted their positions, sliding herself up the bed as she gently pushed Lisa's head down towards her sopping, hairy pussy. The young woman soon found her nostrils full of that familiar, intoxicating scent and then she needed no more guidance. She moved on her own accord, shimmying down between Alma's thick thighs as the old woman spread them wide, then hungrily buried her face into the sloppy, wiry old snatch, lapping at Alma hungrily.

"Good girl..." cooed Alma as she squeezed her new daughter's face between her flabby thighs. "Very good girl."

That had been the day that broke Lisa. She pleasured Alma for hours, slurping on the old woman needily as she finally accepted her place beneath her. Eventually Virgil joined them, taking Lisa from behind again and again, filling her with his potent seed. The mother and son grinned happily at each other as they relished their success, Lisa in between them, by this point a broken mess of sensation as her face mashed into Alma's oozing cunt with each of Virgil's thrusts. She was theirs now, and they all knew it.