No.

Terryl bit her lip. Gazing around room she felt trepidation, and intimidation amongst the youthful beauties that were her daughters.

They were her daughters. How could she even entertain the idea? Never mind they were women, that would be sinful.

Just like her daughters. All sinfully, intimately, enjoying each other.

Terryl jumped to her feet as she felt Caroline tug her pants down again. Terryl wondered how she forgot her daughter was there as she was distracted by perverse thought from Julia's wild offer.

Gasping in surprise Terryl fell back in the chair, her pants urgently ripped free and the strangely electric euphoria of Caroline's lips on her legs causing her to gasp and marvel at the intensity her body was feeling.

Rolling her shoulder back Terryl just breathed immersing herself in the sensations rampaging over her body. Caroline's hands dragging across her torso lightly, Caroline's lips advancing up the inside of her thigh, her hand compressing and fondling one of her breasts.

What was she on?

Gazing across the table Terryl smiled, obviously she wasn't the only high one. They all had to be on it, it was the only excuse. What had Emi brought back with her? Why were they all getting high on it?

“Mommy… Puh… leeassee…” Julia moaned half envious that Caroline might taste their mother's snatch first.

Terryl closed her eyes basking in the sensations buzzing across her mind and body, elated at her worries, concerns and usual thoughts being displaced. Her daughters.

Those words tugged at her buzz, torn back and forth between her mind and soul trying to raise alarm, and her burgeoning corruption struggling to take deeper root.

Her daughters. What were they doing!

Opening her eyes with the suddenly coherent question trying to raise alarm Terryl gazed at the table.

They were gone. Looking down at Caroline she smiled up at Terryl with a giggle before biting and tugging at the rather plain panties her mother wore.

“What the!” Terryl jumped to her feet, trying to get back from Caroline.

With unexpected speed and strength she found her arms held, Kathy and Claire chuckling to either side of her, four hands reaching and tugging at her panties, as the chair was casually move from behind her, two warm and pillowy breasts squeezing against her back.

Emi reached around her mother's midriff, pulling her into a tight almost sensual embrace from behind. “Don't worry mommy. We're about to save you too.” Emi whispered to an increasingly terrified and struggling Terryl.

“What are you doing! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU!” Terryl's panicked commanding shouts were breaking, her voice’s bravado cracking with fear. Her buzz displaced by fear. Her daughter's effortlessly restraining her calmly.

“Shh… shh… ssh…. It's okay. No need to panic. We're only going to help you.” Emi soothed, glancing to Fiona and Monica as her hands drifted up to hook some fingers in her mother's bra cups.

With a nod the three siblings ripped the last clothing free of her mother.

As Terryl tried to scream for help, Emi covering her mouth.

“Shh… You didn't need those. They were only going to be in the way.” Emi soothed, her mother's body starting to squirm as Emi groped her chest with a free hand, Fiona and Monica and Caroline running their hands across her bare form.

Terryl started to feel light headed again. Julia ran a finger across her dripping pussy, running the finger under Terryl's nose infatuating her with the scent of Julia's pussy.

The high, wasn't it so nice to hide behind it?

Terryl felt herself relaxing, the euphoric touch of her daughter's hands across her. As she relaxed the hand lowered from her mouth to let her breath heavily, gasp, and moan. Her arms were less restrained, sharp nails scratch up and down along them seductively.

“Lay down on the table.” Emi instructed, Terryl going stiff for a second in alarm. “We're only going to give you a relaxing massage.”