2 weeks later

This is horrible. How did me and my family get into this." I said in a low, choked tone. My watery eyes from crying burned slightly and my runny nose threatened to run if I didn't dry it in time.

It had been two hellish weeks since I discovered that a ghost or spirit had been playing with my family. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling lost in thought, trying to find a solution as I had been doing for the last two weeks. But I kept running into the same wall every time. But there was nothing I could do. After crying my eyes out for the first week, I tried to get up the courage to fight it. From going online, looking up spells I read on the internet, or even priests for some sort of exorcism. Nothing would work. This thing always came back to make fun of me. I wanted to continue in my reverie but something was bothering me.

I stood up and walked over to my desk. In the corner rested a roll of baby wipes, taking a few pieces, I pulled down my wet panties and wiped my wet vagina. Everything had changed and this was the proof of it. Every night, I had wet and perverted dreams. The most depraved dreams I could imagine were injected into my mind. And like a teenager discovering masturbation for the first time, I can't help but cum in my sleep and stain my bed. It was extremely frustrating at first, having to clean myself and change the sheets every morning was exhausting. Plus, thanks to these nocturnal accidents, I started to get a sense of what the hell i was into. Not even in my best sex had I ever had a squirt. Hell, I wouldn't even say a good orgasm. Moderate pleasure was all I could get after a good round of sex. This reality didn't bother me, my libido was low after all. However now my body felt different. It's like it wasn't "my body." My vagina was in an almost constant state of hypersensitivity. My nipples were constantly semi-erect, every touch, every sensation was alien to me. Deeply unfamiliar and uncomfortable. It was almost like relearning to walk. Who knows how long this thing had been haunting my mind and training my body. It was unreal what I had managed to do. But in general the whole situation I'm in is fucking crazy.

But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. I changed into clean panties and put on a comfortable pair of baggy pants and left my room. I should change the damp sheets on my bed, but what's the point if tomorrow they'll be just as damp. I walked resignedly to the kitchen. My mother's chuckle echoed through the mostly silent house. The closer I got, the louder it got. Little by little, I heard more and more faint moans and a watery sound that was hard to identify. I quickly arrived at the kitchen. As I was about to enter, I took a deep breath and clenched my fists because of what was about to happen.

The sight that greeted me was as horrible as I could have imagined. There was Jessica, in her underwear, sucking on my mom's breast, who was completely naked. She had her eyes closed, concentrating on her sucking duty. As if ignoring the obvious disgust on my face, "mom" greeted me as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh, hi sweetie. You're finally up. I've been waiting for you all morning, go eat. Your breakfast must be cold by now."

"What the hell is jessica doing to YOU!!!" I snapped, feeling anger boiling through my body. "DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME YOUNG LADY. YOU MAY BE OLDEST, BUT I AM STILL YOUR MOTHER.” She snapped back. A smile that didn’t belong on her face appeared, as she looked back down at Jessica. “Your sister was very hungry this morning so she asked me if she could eat from my breast like when she was a baby. I told her nothing would come out but the silly girl insisted. Isn't she cute?"

It was disgusting seeing my mom and sister on this way The mocking way this thing imitates my mom was disgusting, her maternal smile in the middle of this whole situation was horrible, the whole situation was disgusting. But as much as I wanted to escape from this place I couldn't leave. Not because I didn't want to with all my might, but because I literally could not. Who knows what this thing had done with my head, but whenever I tried to run away as far as I could my body ended up betraying me and going back home.

It was frustrating to not even have the decision to get away from this circus that had become my family. Like any other morning for the past 2 weeks, I ignored the situation unfolding in front of my eyes and went straight to eat my breakfast. The food was undoubtedly mom's. It was the only mildly comforting thing I had at the moment. I had discovered my mom's "relationship" with Jessica when I tried to warn her about what was going on. To my surprise I found my mom giving Jessica cunnilingis in her bedroom. Right now it was obvious from Jessica's recent behavior that the ghost had been controlling her. But I was **** to find some kind of help.

Well anyway, I had gotten used to these morning scenarios. "Mom" ignored me while I ate. I wanted to take my plate to my room but if I did I didn't know what would happen. Even though I tried to concentrate on eating, I couldn't help but glance in the direction where the act was going on. I couldn't tell how long they had been at it, but it seemed like they had just started. The tit where Jessica was sucking on was glistening from the saliva moistening it, while the other one was a proud raised nipple. My mom's big, bouncy tits were displayed in front of me as if inviting me to participate. The sound of Jessica sucking echoed in my mind as if it were an empty room with an echo. That breast... it looks so appetizing...

What the hell was wrong with me? I quickly shook my head from side to side in frustration at having these kinds of thoughts. Recently this was becoming more common. My mind was wandering more and more to sexual things. I knew that these thoughts were not mine, they were imposed. But still I felt them getting stronger and stronger. And as if to reaffirm my thoughts, I could feel them wetting my freshly put on panties.

It was frustrating and frightening. I didn't know if I would ever lose my control with one of these thoughts.

"Oh Veronica?" Interrupting my thoughts, my “mom” spoke.

"I just wanted to tell you that I've been working on a project recently. I've set up a yoga studio."

"A what?" I was puzzled. Mom had never said anything like that before so it must be the ghost's doing. But what the hell? Why would a ghost set up a yoga studio? Besides at what point did he do it? Doubts filled my mind.

"What you heard honey, a yoga studio." As she said that with a straight face. Jessica still hadn't moved away from my mom's tit, instead she started sucking harder.

"It's a business idea I want to implement, you know? Your mommy was always an entrepreneurial woman. And i've stumbled upon a great opportunity for the women of this town."

I nodded, but I had a big question mark popped up in my head.

"And... what have I got to do with it?"

With a big smile on her face, mom replied. "I want you to help me manage them honey. You're the oldest so you'll be the one to inherit it when my old leather hide can't handle it anymore. Besides, Jessica can't do it since she volunteered as an instructor."

"Jessica doesn't know anything about yoga and I don't want to help you, you horrible thing." "She'll find out on the way, and it's not a question veronica, we'll leave in an hour so you can see the place and meet our employees.” She said as she looked me straight in the eye.

"And if I refuse?" I knew asking was pointless. I had **** in anything going on in this house. My mom just winked in response.

Jessica finally broke away from my mom's halberds and gently reached over to give her a soft peck on her mouth.

She turned around and grabbed Jessica by the waist and walked out of the kitchen.

When I felt they were far enough away, I grabbed my pussy tightly and started working on it with my dominant hand. I didn't know how much more I could take in this house.

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