Joyce the Were-MILF

It was Friday night, and a nervous Joyce Summers posed for her daughters."How do I look?"

"Great mom," said Buffy.

"Very nice," said Dawn.

"First date in a while," said Joyce.

"Don't sweat it," said Buffy. "You look hot."

Joyce's date came and picked her up. They had met at Joyce's art gallery, and they had hit it off. Matt Damone ran an antique store and frame shop. He was 45, with black hair with a few grays, green eyes, and was a triathlete. He wore black demin jeans and a black t-shirt.

At dinner, Joyce found Matt more and more attractive. She had a few glasses of Chianti, and after dinner, went back to Matt's place. They made out on Matt's couch, and then made it to the bedroom, where Joyce rode Matt's huge cock for the greatest fuck of her life. She was fucked so long and hard, she passed out.

Matt stood naked over the prone Joyce. He stretched and arched his back. Black leathery wings grew out of his back and horns came out of his forehead. He looked down at Joyce then out the window. It was nearly a full moon. He looked back at Joyce and smiled again. He knelt besides her and stroked her hair. "Starting tomorrow nigght, every full moon, you'll crave cock and cum like your life depended on it," he whispered to her. "You'll have no control over these cravings, and when the sun goes down and moon comes out, you'll become a cock and cum obsessed nympho who exudes pheromones that drives men wild, especially men half your age."

Joyce woke up the next morning naked in her bed. She had no memory of how she got home. She was naked, and her pussy and anus were sore. She could taste cum too. She remembered riding Matt cowgirl style, but nothing else. She climbed out of bed and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her make-up was smeared, and there was dried cum on her lips. She quickly showered and put on a robe.