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Chapter 7 by 8ftPlatypus 8ftPlatypus

How's our intrepid pervo going to get out of this one?

Try out new features.

Sara tucked and rolled, righting herself up to get her feet awkwardly underneath her. First things first. Walking up to her bedside table, she plugged the phone in, waited for a second, and cursed. It looks like time stopped even stopped electricity, no wonder the whine of the power wasn't audible to Sara. "Ok... So I have to think fast."

Sara left her phone plugged in, even as it rolled down to four percent, and pulled up the app. Lita greeted Sara as the app opened back up. "Wow, the app does some cool stuff, doesn't it?" her animated frame chuckled, the big belly laugh from before. Wiping away her smile, she perked up, "Oh, look at that. Looks like we have someone else to play with. Well: Up here, we can see what we can do to the people around us!"

Holding the phone towards Miriam, a familiar menu popped up, each of the Mind, Body, and Will tabs topped with a bar where text could be entered. Biting her lip, Sara quickly typed, "Miriam's middle child Sara has always had a penis" and as Sara hit enter, the look in Miriam's eyes shifted from horrified to just a little annoyed. Digging into the tags under Miriam's will, Sara was surprised to see that her mother already had a breeding fetish. **** was squarely in the hard No column, and her partner preference was exclusively masculine men (and the occasional actress).

Sara grabbed the **** tag and decided to play it cool. Setting it down in the 'Curious' column, Sara also typed in a burgeoning fetish for futanari, and discarded any heterosexual attraction or thoughts of monogamy. Sara was going to start in on Body, rewinding the clock and making her mother the woman that Sara had seen in photos from her dad's old albums when the screen went black. Damn, the goddamn thing died on her. Sara contemplated grabbing something to cover herself but wanted to see her mother's reaction. Sitting down in a more reasonable pose, she left herself uncovered as she took up a pose to not make Miriam think there was a cut.

Finally, the screen died all the way, and in the same instant it lit back up to confirm it was plugged in, Miriam continued to finish her question, a much softer sound to her mother's voice. There was a long, pregnant pause as Sara watched her mother eye her flaccid cock, the dried cum all about Sara's room. Miriam licked her lips, before looking up and meeting Sara's eyes. Miriam flushed with red, searching for the words to say, before finally, "Sara, cover up. You'll catch your **** of cold. Get dressed and come down. It's just you and me today, and we have a lot of work to do around the house." Sara was gleeful to see her mother's eyes flick down and catch sight of Sara's growing member. and Miriam bit her lip gently as she closed the door and stalked down the hallway.

What chores need doing today?

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