Jenna's Mom

Annabelle was in a panic.

She had come out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel, and lingering shameful thoughts that she hadn’t played with herself enough to disperse the strangely strong arousal flaring up within her.

The commotion in the kitchen drew her attention as she exited the bathroom. Casually she walked down the hall to see what was the commotion. Only to stop in utter shock, the terror at what she’d seen held her there, struggling with the desire and temptation she had sought to dispell.

The dropped tattered trench coats, and her nieces acting like common whores. One feasting one man with her pussy, as the other stroked a cock with ever lewder gaze and intent.

Finally breaking away as the twins grew ever leader together with the naked men. Annabelle quietly rushed up the hall to the Foyer. Wondering just where her sister was, how these men had even come in.

How she needed help to break things up, to fortify any slip up against the desire that stirred and grew as she thought about trying to lead one of the men away from her nieces, cock in hand.

Annabelle expelled the thought, it was soon replaced with an image of her veing spitroasted as the twins played with each other waiting...

Annabelle paused as she rounded the corner to the stairs.

There Annabelle took in the naked form of her sister, straddling another man on the floor, spasming and twitching as he held her down.

Impaled fully atop his shaft. Flush chest pressed out, back arched.

“Yeessss.” Annabelle heard her sister groan before beginning to spasm and twitch.

Annabelle was momentarily torn, the dark desire for more pleasure speaking to her sexual needs, and still voracious desire against her religious modesty. She felt jealous of the orgasm her sister was clearly basking in.

But then she saw her sister’s flesh begin to twist.

As Laura began to bounce atop the impressively sized cock of the man beneath her, her skin paled.

All as the man’s reddened, his proportions shifting less mysteriously as her sister’s initial transformation, his demonic traits manifesting quickly without any notice by Annabelle, as if they'd always been there to see.

Laura’s height seemed to reduce slightly, as her breasts grew in size, and bounce.

Laura’s waist seemed to become easier to grip around, as her eyes seemed to glisten, and almost glow.

Then the monstrous changes assured Annabelle she truly was seeing her sister transform.

First the lewd tail, flicking about with the aloofness of a cats seemed to grow out of no where, butterfly wings unfurling and stretching out to reveal their fiery colours and tattered edges.

Thickening hair, black as the void was thrown back, drawing Annabelle to truly grasp the white face, black lips, and pointed teeth of the being that had been forged of her sister’s sin.

The terror, shock, and arousal in Annabelle held her paused there as the air suddenly seemed to weigh oppressively, hot, and almost humidly like a sauna.

As the initial press of it dissipated Annabelle became aware, of the trio in the living room.

Demons!

All the men were demons!

Laura and Nikki now were too!

She needed to save her daughter! What about her nieces in the kitchen!

As Annabelle turned she screamed as she came face to face with another demon, dropping her towel she scrambled up the stairs.

“JENNA! JENNA!”

Annabelle stormed up the stairs, pausing only for the moment her ankle was grabbed, her body pulled back towards the demon behind her. With a kick of desperation, he flew backwards down the stairs cursing as Annabelle stormed to the top of the stairs and ran to her daughters room.

“Demons! We. Have. To. GET. AAHHH!!!” Annabelle’s incoherent warning, exhaled between desperate breaths was soon interrupted, as four demons casually climbed to the top of the stairs together.

Annabelle shook her head as she stood there, naked in her daughter’s doorway. RUN! Annabelle considered, maybe they'd all chase her?

“It’s okay darling, you can have all of us first.” One taunted, provoking Annabelle to storm further down the hall.

“BARRICADE YOUR DOOR! GET OUT!” Annabelle screamed, her words failing to clearly or coherently carry into her daughter’s room as Annabelle stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it as the thud and flex of the door announced at least one waiting figure outside it.

Annabelle cursed herself, why hadn’t she just blocked her daughter’s room door, before blinking down to the floor, legs spread, breathing heavily.