Lydia Cuts Things Short

“Can you just finish already!” The words were uttered in a hushed panic, with a glance from watching the room to Brandie, Lydia stared intently as the teens back arched, her body quaked, and her voice lost sound for a moment as her body stiffened, trembled, and fell limp with a satisfied and heavy breath.

Lydia was mortified.

Not by the lazily lounging teen in afterglow naked on the floor, her juices darkening the carpet where she had kneeled and fingered herself. But by the fact she enjoyed it, the sight of the teens nubile body being overwhelmed with pleasure, seemingly on command.

Lydia shivered as a thought knowingly affirmed it had been on command, the temptation for Lydia to order the teen to cum again tugging dryly on the back of Lydia’s throat as she refrained from affirming and empowering the thought.

Lydia’s rational mind grabbed hold, she felt a sadness, a ****, and raw craving need grow as her mouth spat out her next words in a flurry.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET DRESSED! OUT!” Trembling in anger, fear, or was it hesitation? Lydia turned and circled the store, trying to resist the urge to just breath in the heady scent of sex and relish it as she shook her head and questioned what was going on.

What had overcome her?

What was with those dreams?

Lydia swallowed deeply as her mind settled on the statuette in her room that it all seemed to connect to. Feeling her nipples ache, and warm dampness on her breasts Lydia shook her head.

Its using me.

Like I asked it.

Turning to glance at the red-haired teen Brandie, Lydia felt herself suddenly drawn into questioning throwing the teen out again, the way she was sauntering towards Lydia… No.. the door past Lydia.

Lydia was so enraptured she didn’t think of the old discarded clothes the teen had walked in with. She was too drawn to the hardened nipples atop pert breasts, beckoning for attention though the ruffled halter top, her flat stomach pale and bare across an expanse before a pleated skirt clearly rolled up to ensure it barely hung beneath her snatch.

She’s out to get fucked. Lydia thought, envious thinking of resuming her carnal acts with the teen as she walked by slowly, turning to brush Lydia’s arm between her legs.

“See you later.” Brandie remarked in a confident, yet **** tone exiting past Serena as the personal shopper from the beauty parlor stopped in, arms laden with fashions to exchange.

Serena paused to look Brandie up and down, her mouth growing slack as her nostrils flared and the strangely alluring yet obvious reeked of sex exudes from the teen as she passed the middle aged woman with a smile and a lewd look up and down.

“See ya.” Brandie cheekily remarked to Serena before strutting out into the street clearly invigorated and off on a mission.

Serena couldn’t help but sniff the air heavily in Brandie’s wake, she knew she should be disgusted, even offended by someone reeking so heavily of sex. Yet all she could do was yearn to smell it more, closer, more strongly, her mind stuck on the brazenness of the flaunting of such activities.

As she wondered about the promiscuity of the young teen Lydia approached Serena in a hurry looking to distract from the teen.

Serena heard nothing Lydia initially said beyond her name, she resisted the shiver in her shoulders, and the urge to press herself against Lydia for a deeper more prolonged inhale of the scent.

Where Brandie simply reeked of alluring sex, Lydia smelled entirely more enticing on an entirely different level. Drawn to look Lydia up and down Serena tried to shake the engrossment and listen to the woman only to find her mouth watering at the dark damp looking spots on Lydia’s chest.

Noticing Serena staring at her chest Lydia looked down and noticed her breasts had leaked through. “Oh crap!” Lydia exclaimed scrambling in a panic to rush away grabbing a top. Lydia carelessly ripped off her blouse, clenching her chest with sudden modesty and freezing in concern as she spurred milk into her clenching hands.

Serena seemed stunned, watching as Lydia ripped off her top and seemed to pause, as if posing with her full breasts spilling from her clenching hand bra as if some model. Lydia’s face contorted in seemingly confident, and elegant passion, a moan escaping her lips for a moment.

Serena just watched, feeling herself at a loss of how to react to the scene before her. Lydia’s eyes fell shut beneath the slow gravity of pleasure from the feel of her hand, the warmth of her milk taking hold in her chest.

Lydia tried to mutter to herself, Pleading for this not to be real. Losing her modesty at displaying herself so openly to a regular client as her hands slowly roamed, spreading and glossing her skin as her hands roamed between squeezing more of the pressure free of her hardened nipples, and glazing both up her chest, and down her midriff.

Uninvited thoughts of that other her, parading up to Serena and confidently putting the woman to work suckling her breasts.

Think of just how nice it would feel.

Think of just how perverted it could make her….

The other, more confident, more corrupted voiced Lydia laughed inside Lydia’s mind as Lydia felt horrified, knowing just how true it was. How Serena could be contaminated, her mind a body poisoned into seeking more, wanting nothing but the hedonistic pleasure of her flesh, serving and being used not just by other people.

But some indescribable influence.

Despite the guilt, the horror, and disgust of how she could change Serena against Serena’s own will.

Lydia couldn’t help but feel wet, and aroused at the idea of setting Serena on the same path as Brandie.

As Mark…

As her own daughter Mary….