Lydia Manages To Stop Them

Suddenly Lydia felt a clarity, as if suddenly the influence over her had just lifted.

She flailed, pulling Mark’s hair. His lips smacking as the nipple popped free of their suction.

“NnnOOooo!” Lydia kicked and shoved Mark back. Suddenly feeling regret at her aggressive stop to what she knew was undue, outside influence over them both. She felt her body ache to continue, to submit and fulfill the primal need to rutt.

To feel her daughter’s boyfriend try to breed her, just like he had her daughter as she watched.

“I.. uh.. have work… And you two need to get to school…” Lydia muttered sheepishly as her mind was torn with ****, and regret at so harshly putting everything to a stop.

He's supposed to USE me…

The erotic haze that had been influencing Mark had lifted too, he looked sheepish, and suddenly embarrassed. His confidence now evaporated, he struggled to cover his still some how erect cock and withdrew into Mary’s room.

Closing the door.

Lydia got back up to her knees, panting heavily, feeling her body burning with desire and arousal. Yet suddenly willful enough not to yield to it.

Wiping cum from atop her chest, Lydia gazed at it. Questioning how she was powerless to resist, to stop, any… ALL of it…

You asked to be used…

The uninvited foreign answer sent a chill down Lydia’s back. She had consented, and now she wondered if she could undo it.

Questioning how much she enjoyed it, as she sucked the cum clean from her finger.

Getting up Lydia resumed on her way to the shower. Leaving the door ajar, not out of exhibitionist desire, but out of simple unconcerned distraction.

As she went about getting on with her day.

Breakfast, the commute to work, were dull and boringly typical for Lydia. Mark and Mary awkwardly side stepping any lingering time together that morning with Lydia.

Not out of embarrassment, or concern.

But the feral clawing of desire at their self control, their hands barely able to be kept off one another as they felt the quest like saga of heading to school and not just falling back into stripping each other naked to fuck.

Lydia meanwhile felt a burning desire for a fuck, and the itch of her suddenly more sensitive skin beneath her clothes. Shivers, shudders and trembles taunting her body as it felt on the edge of cumming, lightly teasing at her with growing strength every time Lydia even thought reluctantly about how she almost let her daughter’s boyfriend fuck her.

As Lydia began to work the store that day, her blouse hung loosely over her braless chest, a comfortable pair of dress pants feeling as if they were chafing endlessly.

As the store opened and the usual trickle of customers came and went, Lydia was hit with a strange revelation.

Sorting the racks between customers, replacing items removed but not purchased, and stocking new inventory Lydia felt slowly strangely growing impulses to buy items.

A likely too tight and too small tube top.

A skirt that would hug a little too tight, and possibly too short.

A halter top clearly two sizes too small for her.

As Lydia stumbled upon item after item as her mind was inundated with how a stripper, hooker, or pornstar might wear them.

Resisting the impulse buys just lead Lydia’s skin to itch more, especially as she thought of just how exposed she would be wearing each item. How much less clothing she’d have on to tease and **** her skin.

Come lunch she had discreetly shed her wet panties.

Lydia fidgetted and stirred restlessly, foreign, unbidden perverse thoughts bombarding conscious thought as she strived to perform her job.

And not think about what one woman’s tongue would feel like.

Another woman’s pussy would taste like.

How embarrassed a mother would be if Lydia sucked off their clearly adult son who clearly didn’t want to be in the store any longer than necessary.

The true trial came as a tall slender teen meandered in sheepishly. Straight, red locks draped from her head as she browsed the aisles stopping to look closely at numerous items, not with the interest of a selective buyer, but with the hard rational choice of someone able to buy only the sparsest needs.

Lydia had many a time steered such clients, it came with the job. How often she had delicately lead someone to leaving because it was clear they didn’t intend, or couldn’t afford to shop. This wasn’t just some second hand thrift store, it was a boutique that targeted the trendy thrifters looking more for old school styles than recently released fashions.

This woman stood no chance of deceiving Lydia.

For Lydia recognized her, and the Idol had given a strongly impressioned insight.

Lydia felt frozen, torn between casually walking over with the confidence of a predator approaching trapped weakened prey.

Or fleeing while she still could. As the Idol manifested yet once more into the real world beyond the lucid dreams it seemed to occupy with ease.