One year later

Lisa padded about the hotel kitchen barefoot, her simple, wide dress flowing around her ample frame as she bounced her babe on her wide hip. She was humming to herself as she made breakfast for the family, the sun not quite up yet, and she felt a certain sense of pride at being able to serve her husband, her momma and of course, her son.

She had filled out, her once athletic frame now far thicker and more matronly. Her heavy breasts swelled with milk such that she appeared a different woman to the rugged cowgirl that settled here so long ago.

The birth had been tough. As Alma predicted the boy was a big un and he had caused her some damage downstairs. Nothing too serious but she did find herself losing control of her bladder from time to time. At first she was mortified but Alma reassured her it was natural... just part of being a mother.

And Lisa found being a mother wonderful. The love she felt for her offspring was like nothing she had ever experienced. She would happily die for him. Hell, she would die for any one of her family if need be.

As Lisa cooked she dropped a wooden spoon to the floor and when she bent to pick it up she felt her bladder go, a thick stream staining her dress and dribbling down her legs to the floor. She shrugged and carried on her business, she could get to that later. Unbeknownst to Lisa she was well on the way to becoming the spitting image of Alma, her appearance, personality and even bodily odour becoming more and more like the old woman's every day.

Lisa's mind wandered as she worked, her thoughts drawn to the nocturnal activities that awaited her later that night. Alma had decided it was time to work on her second grandchild now that Lisa had had enough time for her body to recover from the birth. They had started a few nights back and while Virgil's penetration of her had hurt, Lisa could not deny she had enjoyed it. She had missed the thrill of giving herself to the pair, of being used and most of all, of pleasuring her momma.

In order to ease the pain on Lisa, Alma had instructed Virgil to fuck her while the two women kissed and fondled each other, then when he was close he would bury himself deep in Lisa and unload into her, filling her broken cunt with his seed. This suited Lisa just fine as more and more she found herself craving the old woman's touch, her love and approval far more than Virgil's manhood. He was simply a means to an end.

Their efforts would bear fruit quickly, Virgil's potent seed almost instantly knocking Lisa up for the second time, much to Alma's delight. While Lisa found pregnancy tough, the extra attention lavished upon her by the old woman made it worth it. This was her life now. Her family... and she couldn't be happier.