An Ectoplasmic Cock

Ella Lane slid her hips until mother and daughter's pussies were almost touching.

"Just think," the old woman said. "You came from here."

Lois Lane barely repressed a sudden urge to vomit. It was bad enough to be sexually aroused by her mother's lesbian antics, but to be continually reminded of it...then the reporter's sharp eyes caught sight of the skin just above the old woman's cleft. The skin sagged there, but something was distending it...as if something inside was poking from underneath.

Her mother's eyes were closed, her face a mask of concentration. Something was poking out, and the skin was stretching alarmingly. Lois felt her stomach lurch as, with morbid fascination, she saw the skin stretch and stretch, until it stood out like a six-inch spike, the skin tenting out obscenely like a teepee...the reporter could actually see the light blue veins in the milky skin.

Ella let out a little moan, and the "spike" began to fill out. The skin seemed to shrink to wrap around it...and as the tip began to expand from within into a very distinctive shape, the queasiness in Lois Lane's stomach increased. It was looking very...very...phallic...

"Ectoplasm," her mother murmured. "Soul-stuff. I learned how malleable it was...how it could be shaped by will and desire. Some shades use it to twist themselves into terrible shapes, but I found so many better uses for it."

It was definitely a cock now. As thick as both of Lois Lane's thumbs put together, with a slight curve to it so that the cock-head, which began to darken and change texture to the rubbery swollen helmet that Lois associated with dicks, was slightly upturned.

Lois Lane's mother opened her eyes. She laid the newly-formed dick across her daughter's stomach, pointed straight at the reporter's navel.

"Do you like it?" Ella asked. "I based it on your father's."