Her Family Intrudes on the Solitude

“MOM! Look at you!” With a startled jostle Carrie jumped to her feet and turned to look upon her daughter. Tracy stood there looking at her, hair tied back, sports bra stretched across the top of her chest, her exposed E cup orbs sitting perfectly, hardened nipples beckoning to be sucked on.

Gazing down Carrie admired her daughter in a new found sexual light, the flat toned stomach, flared hips trimmed by their slightly eclipsed ass, and a cock in each hand with which she guided her father and brother.

Something was wrong about this Carrie paused for a moment, before gazing down at herself.

Her skin was smooth and free of the marks of age, her breasts hung seemingly larger on her as her hands felt how smooth her mons truly had become.

Her mind struggled to remember what she was thinking about.

Feed them.

Carrie shook her head for a moment as a momentary headache hit her, assorted flashes of women and demonesses having their pussies eaten, or lactating into the hungry mouths of quickly corrupting willing souls.

Turning to the table she leaned onto it, breathing heavily as her mind attempted to cope with the sensations the Idol’s impressions were rolling across her body. This was wrong, it had to be. That was what she was always taught.

Carrie glanced over her shoulder biting a lip worried about being rejected for her already shameless acts. Carrie felt herself blush as she saw the sexually hunger of her son, husband, and daughter. She felt herself grow wetter seeing them watching her, their hands intertwined masturbating each other and themselves together.

Feeling another climax arc through her rejuvenated body, Carrie ruthlessly flung everything off of the table, crawling seductively onto it before rolling onto her back. Massaging a breast and dipping a finger in her snatch she moaned lavishly.

Slowly she dragged her pussy glazed finger up across her torso, over the peak of a hardened nipple, along the center of her throat to meet her lips. Sucking seductively on the digit she eventually pulled it free of her lips with a pop.

With a broad smile of contentment she uttered words with a seduction she had never known, arousing herself with their very utterance.

“Dinner is served.”

Without need for further invite the trio parted from their incestuous conduct. Jamie eagerly moving between his wife’s legs, finding himself disturbed by a strange arousal and excitement as he glimpsed the traces of black demonic cum that were slowly leaking from his wife.

As he sucked on her pussy lips and licked deeply in he had no idea of the changes Dion’s undiluted cum was about to accelerate in him.

Tracy and Daniel each flanked their mother, their hands meeting hers as she cupped her swollen breasts upwards for them, their momentary pause to make out ending with quick and eager mouthfuls of motherly breasts into their mouths. Long hard and insatiable suckling complemented by their mother’s exploratory groping and stroking of their bodies.

Glaring to her brother Tracy exchanged a knowing stare. They could feel the growing limits of their mortality. The apex of their corruptions limited by the very souls they felt ever growing terror and need to relinquish.

Beneath their bangs they could even spy the slowly emergent nubs of their future horns.

As they each felt the corruptive essence begin to dwindle from their mother’s breasts they yearned for just what next they needed to do. Wondering just who would make the next move.