Mom Is Blessed

One by one the parasited sisters descended the stairs, their jade eyes gleaming with insatiable need, their cunts slick with the corruptive parasites that pulsed in time with their accelerated heartbeats. Charlotte's fingers worked her own sopping slit absentmindedly as Elizabeth pushed open the kitchen door with her sister in tow, the wet squelch of her digits plunging deep into her corrupted cunt echoing through the empty house.

Mom was reaching for a bottle from the cupboard, her back still turned to the approaching predators, and they knew it was the last one she would ever crave, soon her hunger for cheap liquor would be replaced by a far more primal need, a desperate ache for the blessed touch of her own corrupted daughters.

Charlotte groaned as she stepped silently forward, within moments she was pressing her slick body against her mom's cotton shirt. Her mom froze in fear as she spoke in a worried tone; "Charlotte, what are you doing." Charlotte giggled as Elizabeth slunk forward blocking her mom's escape as she mewled in response; "We're here to bless you, just like Char did for me." Her mother's trembling hand dropped the bottle, which shattered against the floor as Charlotte's corruptive spittle dripped from her chin onto her mom's exposed shoulder, the green-tinged drool sizzling against the fabric as it soaked through to the skin beneath.

Elizabeth's fingers found their way to her own sodden cunt, plunging deep as she watched her sister's tongue trace a wet path up their mother's neck, the older woman's initial resistance started to melt as they let out a shuddering sigh as the parasites slid down their flesh.

Their mother froze mid-step as she rose her head, her gaze locking onto Elizabeth's nude glistening figure, slick pussy lips and unfettered DD cup tits as she roughly rode her fingers in a wanton display of corrupted need. A single tear fell from her eye, tracing a path down her cheek as Charlotte raised a hand to beckon the lithe slut forward, her fingers curling in a silent command. Elizabeth strode forward, butt and tits jostling with each step as she pressed her fat lips to her mom's, damning her with a wicked corruptive tongue that slid past her mother's trembling lips, coating her mouth in the green-tinged spittle. Her mom's body convulsed as the parasites took hold, her nipples pebbling beneath her cotton shirt as a low moan escaped her throat, the last vestiges of resistance dissolving into a desperate need for more of her daughter's tainted touch.

Elizabeth moved back, a glistening strand of green spittle linking her predatory lips with her mom's inflating ones as the older woman's mouth swelled into a plush, corrupted pout. Charlotte's fingers worked deftly at the buttons of her mother's cotton shirt, pulling the fabric from her youthening flesh as the formerly modest B cups swelled before her eyes into a pert set of unfettered DD tits, milk already beading at the erect nipples and dripping down the newly voluptuous curves.

Her mother's pussy slicked up beneath her jeans, a dark wet patch spreading rapidly as her ass slowly ballooned into a pert bubble butt that strained against the denim, and she yowled in debauched arousal as the parasites completed their work, her hips beginning to grind against nothing as both daughters pressed close, their corrupted hands roaming over their mother's transformed body as she became the newest vessel for their master's spread.

Elizabeth openly french-kissed her mother's yearning lips, her tongue plunging deep into the newly plush mouth as she swallowed her mom's moans, while Charlotte slid a hand down the tight denim still clinging to their mother's transformed curves, dipping a single finger between the hungry slick folds that pulsed with parasitic need. The newly corrupted Kimberley, or Kim as she'd now be known, shuddered as Charlotte's digit traced her sopping slit, her own hands fumbling with the button of her jeans before roughly shoving the denim down her plush thighs, the fabric catching on her pert bubble butt as she groaned in raw arousal, her newly engorged cunt glistening with green-tinged moisture that dripped down her thighs in sticky rivulets.

Kim's fingers found their way to her own slick folds, mirroring her daughter's touch as she plunged two digits deep into her corrupted pussy, a wanton cry escaping her throat as she felt the parasites squirm within her, their insistent writhing driving her to the edge of madness as both daughters pressed their bodies against hers, their hands roaming her newly voluptuous form in a symphony of corruptive need.