Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Is Lois Turned On Watching Her Mother Suck Blaze's Cock?

Lois Is Not Turned On Watching Her Mother Suck Blaze's Cock

This is sick, Lois told herself as her finger slid over and in her slit. The reporter's mother was on her knees, elbows resting on the demon's thighs, hands stroking the crimson cock, mouth slurping on the head. The whole scene was so obscene and wrong that it turned the reporter's stomach, but she had **** but to rub her pussy...and the traitorous flesh responded.

It had always been that way with Lois. No matter how wrong something was, her body was always a creature of sensation, utterly impossible to control. There were nights when she would wake up dripping, her cunt throbbing between her legs, and the reporter would not be able to go back to sleep until she had rubbed herself half-raw, trying to picture some unseen lover pumping their shaft into her aching hole until she spent, quietly and guiltily, knowing that she would have to wash the sheets tomorrow.

Bad enough to be overcome by such sensations at home, in her own bed. Yet it had never been relegated to just that. Lois Lane's cheeks burned as she recalled the way her nipples would get erect during meetings, how the vibration of a bus ride could start her leaking, and she'd have to hold it in the whole journey as her body quietly cried out for her to touch herself, right then, right there. For Lois Lane, it was a life of cold showers and strict self-control, utterly disgusted at how her body wanted to rub her cunt at the most inopportune moments...how she could get aroused from a medical video on video or a nude statue, a pregnancy magazine or a tasteful sex scene in a movie that didn't show anything. Her imagination would fill in the gaps...and her body would respond.

Now though, Lois didn't need her imagination. She could see her mother's hairy cunt, the old woman naked now (When had that happened?), licking and stroking that crimson tower of flesh (Had Blaze always been that big?), the demon leering over the old woman's head to stare at Lois Lane, whose thighs were wet with little rivulets of her shame...

"Are you hot enough Lois?" Blaze asked. "Do you want it? I would not want you to face any discomfort. Ella," the demon said. "Go over there and lick your daughter's cunt. Make sure she's ready to receive me."