Jessica and JESSICA?!

It was Jessica, the real Jessica, the one he remembered from years ago, tall, confident, dressed in the same stylish jacket and jeans she’d worn the last time she visited. Her hazel eyes were wide with panic and fury. And clutched in her iron grip, heels skidding across the floor, was the other Jessica, Selene’s creation, now poured into an even trashier outfit than before: a glittery pink tube top that barely contained her tits, a pleated micro-skirt riding so high the bottom curve of her ass peeked out with every step, and clear stripper heels that clicked angrily against the tile.

The real Jessica’s voice boomed across the room.

“Nathan? What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is this woman?” She jerked the fake Jessica forward. “She says she’s your girlfriend! Why does she look like me? Where’s my Mom? I came home and this knock-off Barbie was in my apartment, wearing my face, telling me I’m the fake! Where is my mom?!”

Her voice climbed higher with every word, ending in a near-scream as she clutched her temple like her skull was splitting.

The fake Jessica rolled her eyes hard. With a disgusted huff she yanked her wrist free, spun, and cracked a sharp, open-handed slap across real Jessica’s cheek. The sound echoed.

“Ugh, stop trying to talk to my boyfriend with that ugly-ass face, you **** hoe,” she sneered, flipping her hair. “God, it’s embarrassing. Like, just accept you’re a loser and go away.”

Real Jessica staggered back, hand flying to her reddening cheek, eyes huge with shock and rage.

Nathan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His brain short-circuited, bouncing between the sight of his old crush reeling from a slap delivered by her own doppelgänger wearing stripper clothes, and the fact that Lily was still happily licking Sienna’s pussy five feet away like nothing in the world had changed.

Vanessa slowly closed the laptop lid, the soft click deafening in the sudden silence.

She rose slowly from the table, palms open in the universal gesture of I’m not the enemy.

“Jessica, honey, breathe. I’m Vanessa, Cassandra’s sister, Nathan’s aunt. I got here a couple of hours ago because—”

“What the hell is happening here?!” Real Jessica cut her off, voice cracking.

“Honey, I’m here to help Nathan save his family and your mom as well, listen to me…”

“Save his family? Save my mom? What does that even mean? Is Margaret okay? Where is she?!”

Vanessa’s mouth opened, closed, opened again, searching for words that wouldn’t make everything explode.

“She’s… she’s here. Sort of. It’s complicated—”

Before she could finish, the fake Jessica sauntered past her like the conversation was background noise. Her glossy lips curled into a smug little smile as she zeroed in on Nathan, hips swaying, heels clicking. She didn’t spare the real Jessica a second glance.

She stopped right in front of him, eyes flicking down to the obvious tent in his jeans, then back up to his flushed face.

“Aww, babe” she purred, reaching down without hesitation and palming his cock through the denim, giving it a slow, possessive squeeze. “You’ve been staring at Sienna down this whole time, getting all worked up over that little show. Don’t be jealous, okay? I can do waaay better than whatever she’s getting.”

Her fingers traced the outline of his shaft, thumb circling the head through the fabric, and Nathan’s breath hitched hard enough that everyone in the room heard it.

Real Jessica’s head snapped toward the sounds the two women were making.

Her gaze landed on Sienna, skirt hiked up, thighs spread, fingers still tangled in Lily’s hair while the naked redhead lapped at her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sienna’s head was tilted back, lips parted in a soft, breathy moan, completely unbothered by the audience.

Real Jessica made a strangled noise somewhere between a scream and a sob.

“Sienna?! What the fuck, why is there a naked girl eating you out in the middle of the living room?! And why are you letting her?!”

Sienna blinked lazily, like she’d just noticed the chaos. She gave Lily an affectionate little pat on the head, then smiled that perfect, syrupy housewife smile at Jessica.

“Oh, hello, sweetie. Don’t be crude. Lily’s just having a treat. Puppies get hungry, you know.”

Lily let out a happy whine and dove back in, tongue flicking faster.

Real Jessica’s hands flew to her hair, pulling at the roots as her eyes darted wildly: fake Jessica still stroking Nathan’s cock like she was claiming territory, Sienna getting serviced on the kitchen floor, Vanessa looking two seconds from a nervous breakdown and Nathan frozen, flushed, hard and hating every second of how much his body didn’t care about right or wrong anymore.

“Somebody tell me what the fuck is happening!” Jessica shrieked, voice breaking. “Where is my mother?!”

“Oh, darling, enough already. Let me explain.”

The voice slithered through the room like warm honey laced with venom. A violet flash cracked the air beside real Jessica, and there she was: his mother’s body, but not her spirit. Selene stood tall and radiant, the leather outfit hugging every lethal curve, eyes glowing a deeper, hungrier purple than before. She slung a casual arm over Jessica’s shoulders like they were old sorority sisters, fingers toying with a strand of Jessica’s hair.

Jessica flinched, tried to jerk away, but Selene’s grip was playful yet firm.

Selene tilted her head toward the living room, where fake-Jessica had already unzipped Nathan’s jeans. His cock was out, flushed and aching in the open air and the doppelgänger’s manicured fingers were wrapped around it, stroking slowly and deliberately while she smirked up at him like she’d won a prize.

Vanessa stumbled a half-step, eyes wide. “What? Are you crazy? That can’t be my mother. Who the fuck are you? I don’t understand anything!”

Selene’s smile widened, “Allow me.”

She lifted one finger and pressed it gently, almost tenderly, to the center of Jessica’s forehead.

A pulse of violet light flared behind Jessica’s eyes. For one heartbeat her face went slack with pure, animal terror; the next, the knowledge slammed into her like a freight train. She saw everything: Margaret’s body twisted into this brainless, cock-hungry slut wearing her own face, her own mother licking Nathan’s cheek while pumping his shaft with shameless pride.

Jessica made a broken, wounded sound and lurched forward, arms outstretched toward the woman who used to be her mom.

“Mom? Mom, it’s me—”

Margaret didn’t even glance her way. She just pressed her tits harder against Nathan’s arm, tongue dragging slow and wet up his jaw, murmuring, “Mmm, you taste stressed, baby. Let me help you.”

Nathan’s face was pure helpless panic, eyes glassy, cock twitching traitorously in Margaret’s grip while his brain screamed at him to stop this.

Jessica spun back toward Selene, tears of rage streaking her cheeks, finger jabbing like a blade. “You did this! You fucking monster, I’ll kill—”

She lunged.

Selene dissolved into a ribbon of purple smoke before Jessica’s hands could close around her throat. The smoke snapped tight around Jessica’s body like living restraints coiling over arms, torso, thighs, pinning her in place mid-lunge. Selene’s upper half rematerialized inches from Jessica’s face, head tilted, eyes blazing violet fire.

“You’re a pretty lady,” Selene whispered, voice syrupy sweet, “but you’d be so much more useful without all those pesky worries.”

She pressed that same finger to Jessica’s forehead again.

Jessica’s mouth opened in a **** scream that never came. Her eyes ignited bright, blinding purple, pupils blown wide, and then the light drained every thought behind them. The fight left her body in a single exhale. Shoulders sagged. Arms fell limp inside the smoke restraints. Her face went soft, blank, perfectly serene.

Mind wiped clean. Compliant.

Selene let the smoke unravel. Jessica stayed exactly where she was, swaying slightly, eyes glowing that soft, obedient violet, waiting for whatever came next.

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