Mom

Tara breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly unsure why she was so worried. Mom smiled at her and slowly walked up to the bed, sitting on it.

“How was work?” Tara asked.

But Mom had something else on her mind “Did you go into my special room?” She slipped a hand under the covers and it found her daughter’s waist.

Tara squirmed upon being touched. “Yeah… I guess… wait, that was your stuff?” Tara stared at her Mom. She looked so very pretty.

Mom’s hand slid across Tara’s soft abdomen and down into the top of her pj pants. Tara knew she should jump up and pull away. After all, this was her mother. But she felt compelled to let her.

“I need to tell you something special about this house.” Mom said, her fingers finally finding their destination at her daughter’s moistening twat, then curling inside. Tara closed her eyes and moaned. Mom had a very nice touch. “This house is very special. When I bought it they told me that it was haunted by the ghost of some guy who killed himself.” Mom’s thumb found Tara’s clit and began to message it. “But that was bullshit. This house is occupied by something much bigger than that.”

Tara writhed and thrust her hips up at her mother’s busy hand. She felt like her nipples were about to tear through her thin top.

Mom continued to explain. “It’s called Asmodeus and it it brings out the inner truth in people and makes them their most pure, most base selves.”

“Mmm-hmmm?” Tara was only barely listening. She felt so good. She never wanted Mom to stop.

“Now that you’ve stepped inside that room, he’s going you bring out the pure self in you.” Mom said, slowly pulling her hand out of her daughter then up to her face for a long smell.

“What’s my pure self?” Tara asked short of breath.

“This” Mom said, extended her fingers for Tara to taste. “You are your tight young cunt. And you will never be more than your tight young cunt. Understand?”

Tara nodded “mmmm-hmmm” as she sucked her own juices from her Mom’s hand, one long finger at a time. She felt amazing, as perfect as she’d ever felt.

“What about your sister?” Mom asked. “Did she go into the room?”

Tara tried to remember. It was hard to remember. All she wanted to think about was the beautiful wetness between her thighs and on her lips. “Ummm… no.”

“That’s okay” Mom said “We’ll have to find a way to make her into her best self by ourselves.”

“H…how?” Tara asked.

Mom’s smile grew big. “We for starters we’re going to…”