Go for the daughter...

...because the mother will offer herself. You slide your tentacles under the protesting girls clothes, winding up her sleeves, up her skirt, inside her panties...oh. That's interesting. You'd always thought she smelled different. In spite of her position, her skin flushes in embarrassment as she tries to squirm away from your omnipresent tentacles.

"Stop! Please! Take me and leave her alone!"

Right on time, Gabriella steps in to save her "daughter." You halt your advances and shift your attentions to the older, voluptuous woman. You set her on the ground, standing, and she immediately searches for the door...which happens to be directly behind you. Hanging her head in defeat, she stands quietly as your tentacles begin slithering up her pant legs.

Carissa renews her struggles, trying to tell her mother "No!" through the tentacle covering her mouth. You slide it in and twine around her tongue before thrusting down to muffle her vocal cords. Her eyes bug out and she twists and fights for air until you consent and hollow your tentacle out to provide oxygen to her lungs.

Gabriella shivers violently from your cool touch on her bare skin and you thoroughly coat her legs in tentacles and slime before slipping under her panties. She reflexively bucks to try and get away but you have her firmly caught. Ignoring her front, you poke at her rosebud and she lets out a startled yelp. Inserting a tiny, rigid tube you begin pumping yourself into her bowels, purposefully sloshing around for maximum sensation.

Carissa looks on in horror as her mother appears to have a seizure, "DO NOT WORRY, I AM NOT HARMING HER. JUST GETTING BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH HER INSIDES." She looks at you hatefully, biting down hard on the tentacle in her throat. It doesn't hurt you of course but you're feeling vindictive, "WHY DON'T I GIVE YOU A TASTE?"