But it wasn't enough

"Mom, I need to go!"

Lily tried to struggle out of her mother's grasp, a feat that should have been quite easy, especially given the recent changes to her body. Unfortunately, her mother seemed to gain primal, maternal strength in her moment of anguish. Her hold on Lily was ironclad.

"Why do you keep running from me?" Lily's mother Genevieve sobbed.

Lily tried to answer, tried to explain herself, but only managed to let out a loud groan of mingled dismay and lust. The cock swelled larger bulged against her mother's plump thighs. Beneath it, her balls, fat and swollen, tingled in anticipation. Lust washed over the young woman like an unholy wave, carrying with it the blackest desires imaginable. Riding on its crest was the voice.

It would be so easy Lily.

The redhead shivered. The voice had always been so gruff and vulgar. It was always shouting and cackling in her brain. Now, however, it sounded soft. Inviting. It called her by her name and there was tenderness in the way it said it. After a day and a half of ****, it now treated her like a dear friend. Lily could practically see in her mind's eye the outstretched hand offering to carry her over the threshold from humanity into something much darker.

A scent wafted into Lily's nostrils. It was her mother's perfume. Sweet like lilacs and spring. For as long as Lily could remember, her mother had smelled like that. The scent reminded her of golden old memories like her mother baking cookies for her on a snowy afternoon. There was comfort in that smell, and love.

Love. Lily loved her mother. Loved her more than anyone else in her life. Genevieve Marsh was a beautiful woman. Lily's role model and best friend and closest confidant. Lily loved her mother so much, and in that moment she desperately wanted to love her.

Just get a little taste of her, Lily. Just see what she's like. That's all I ask.

Why was the voice suddenly changing its tone? Was it learning? It certainly seemed that way. Lily could feel herself falling into its grasp in a way she never had before. Being yelled at was one thing, being cajoled was another.

Lily pulled back from her mother just enough to get a good look at the woman's face. Age was starting to take its toll on Genevieve Marsh, but it still hadn't fully robbed her of her beauty. Wrinkles appeared here and there, at the edges of the woman's eyes and mouth. Some of the vitality had been robbed from her skin. None of that mattered.

When Lily looked at her mother, she saw a stunningly beautiful woman with soft, pillowy lips and big green eyes. Then there was that hair. Gorgeous red curls so similar Lily's own fiery mane.

Fresh blood surged into the python between Lily's legs, causing it to pulse upwards, briefly slapping against the bottom of mother's ass.

For the first time since this ordeal began, Genevieve Marsh noticed something odd. Something warm and hard and bizarrely familiar pressed against her. The woman's body recognized it instantly, seconds before her mind processed.

Genevieve Marsh stared at her mother, a look of pure bewilderment crossing her face.

"Lily, what's that?"

Lily didn't even hear the question. She was too focused on her mother's lips.