An Unthinkable Favour...

Quietly walking around behind Mark Lydia leaned close to his ear.

“Keep fucking her, beast.” Lydia whispered seductively, before turning and sauntering over to her daughter’s laundry basket. Picking it up and promptly leaving the room with a delighted smile.

Lydia knew her daughter wasn't ready for more than that.

Yet...

Placing the laundry basket down by the apartment door Lydia gathered the discarded garments, and looked about the living space that anchored her apartment. The kitchen and dining area off to one side, while the washroom and two bedrooms flanked the other.

Suddenly it felt strangely cluttered. Hardly enough space for an orgy, the furniture poorly arranged for such antics.

Shaking her head to dismiss the thought she went to the kitchen, grabbed the detergent and walked out into the hall. Turning to close and lock the door Lydia shook her head and felt silly. What was she thinking? She wanted the neighbours to hear how good it was in there.

She wanted them able to listen, to walk in, see, to join.

The Idol needed it. So she needed it.

Propping the door open on Mark’s shoe Lydia smiled approvingly as she sauntered down the hall.

Down the stairs.

Into the basement laundry room.

This was all with purpose, Lydia felt the Idol. Wordlessly, guiding her, instinctive impressions were as clear as she was able to understand it.

Still, some of the impressions we clear visions of what the Idol was sharing.

Sarah and Trevor were going at it, urgently fucking like rabbits eager to get off before their sparse time ran out.

Stella was watching the clock eager for bedtime to pass quickly leaving her to struggle with her strangely persistent arousal.

Daniella was in traffic, frustrated with how long Google mapa said it would take to get to her boyfriends house.

Abe and Karl however were occupied with the mindless task of trying to reorganize their storage locker to have the seasonal decorations easily accessible, and the longer term keepsakes in the storage buried at the back.

It was a pointless and unnecessary task. Yet the Twin boys had been told not to return from doing it for at least an hour. Their parents hoping for longer.

This left them lingering in the hall outside the storage lockers trying not to talk about the sexual thoughts plaguing their minds, as their eyes couldn’t help but drift to, and follow the interruption in the basement as Lydia came down to use the laundry machines.

The small basket full of clothes was placed on the floor, behind Lydia as she opened the front load machine, her dress riding up taunting the boys as they watched waiting to see if her ass was just as they’d seen in the dreams they shared but hadn’t spoken of.

As the dress failed to reveal the answer thoughts tugged at their minds to approach, to pull it up.

See if she’s wearing anything beneath. Unspoken thoughts between both boys wondered how much of the slut in their dreams was true.

As the prolonged inspection of the machine to ensure it was empty ended Lydia turned, bending half over she let her breasts spill free of the dress barely containing their peaks.

One armful of clothes.

Two armfuls of clothes.

Three armfuls of clothes.

Tits spilling free, hanging down, waiting for a push from behind to sway.

Ass bent outwards, draped beneath a curtain of cloth.

The air seemed to whisper seductively to them, “Watch… Me… Enjoy… Me… Want… Me…” Where Abe heard only incoherent whispers, his twin Karl felt his cock raging with need at the seductive words echoed from his dream.

Karl’s hand mindlessly pressed on his hard on, massaging and shifting its firming length straighter within the confines of his pants. Feeling it tense with pressure, and need.

His body craving more.

“Touch… your… selv… ess… too… mmmeeee…” Karl shook the idea of whipping his cock out from his mind as Lydia interrupted his fighting the thoughts not to with the slam of the machines door, and a press of its start button.

Both realizing their gawking, the twins fumbled to get back into their discussion, the loss of dropped words aggravated as Lydia approached them.

Leaving them feeling even more cornered.

“I’m wondering if I could use your help.” Lydia inquired, both boys fumbling to respond as they both couldn’t help but be stuck with a corrupted idea of what she meant by use.

Smiling at the awkward twins Lydia felt herself growing wet thinking about how the dream showed her changing Karl. She wondered if it was true. If the Idol would twist them, give them inhuman cocks like the one it used to defile Lydia mentally.

A shiver of pleasure surged through Lydia at the idea of the cock from her dreams fucking her for real.

“I understand if you can’t help. But I want my couch moved.” Lydia explained, thinking about how these boys would react to Mary’s fucking. “I understand if you’re busy here. I can always get Mark to help if only one of you can come.”

Abe felt something sink in his stomach. As he slowly shook his head to flashes of his brother’s twisted cock, of its black cum haunted the blinking of his eyes.

Something he felt was scary, yet enticing.

Karl however was stuck thinking about the feel of Lydia’s pussy in the dream, his mind hungering to glimpse more of her in the dress, more of her falling out of the dress.