Its Melissa's Mother

"What are you some kind of seal?" Melissa's mom shouted as she barged in.

"MOM! KNOCK FIRST!" Melissa could feel her nipples rigid through her t-shirt.

"You left a trail of water droplets all the way from the washroom after your shower. I have your younger brother in there cleaning it up in a hurry, you do remember what tonight is." Her mother seemed to be unaware of the changes her daughter had undergone, and instead was pre-occupied with her own affairs. "This room is a disaster! And you're not even dressed for our guest tonight! Get those rags off!"

"Mom, I have to go out!" Melissa shouted over her Mother straightening out her back. She needed to get out of here, already thoughts were swimming in her head of what she could be doing.

"Excuse me?" Her mom replied staring daggers. "You're older brother will be here with his fiancee for dinner in a couple hours. We're ALL sitting down for dinner." Her mother commanded as she started sifting through the various clothes strewn about the room trying to assemble an appropiate outfit for her daughter to wear.

Melissa clenched her fists hard as the urge to grope her mother grew. Melissa had never noticed the impressive perfect MILF her mother was. Her face showed her age being in the high 40s. But her body had the curves of a stripper, which was extra impressive as her mother wrote for a living. Melissa imagined groping what had to be G cups, while pressing herself against her mothers tight looking ass in those genes.

"Mom. I really can't stay. And those clothes don't fit." She managed a controlled reply, fighting to hold her body still, rigidly fighting the corruption trying to undermine her will.

"What do you mean they don't fit? You wore this shirt last week!" Magda looked her daughter up and down, something seemed off. She couldn't place her finger on it, the drippings of her daughter pussy from the washroom to this room had ensured Melissa's seductive pheromones were permeating the house fogging perceptions and arousing those exposed to them. Magda wondered why she hadn't noticed how beautiful and attractive her lone daughter was.

Melissa ripped the tshirt over her head and spread her arms wide declaring, "THESE DON'T FIT!" It felt so good, she fought her hands gravitating to the elastic waist band of the track pants, her mind in over drive as the corruption clashed ideas against her will. **** to subvert her.

Magda was shocked by the breasts before her. She couldn't recall having ever seen such a beautiful rack. Subconciously she cupped one of her breasts and desired to feel those E cup breasts pressed against her own.

"Well tits don't just grow over night, and if they did you wouldn't have been able to get dressed this morning for work." Melissa's mom grabbed a bra from the bed and held it up against her daughters firm breasts. The bra clearly couldn't cup he daughters breasts. "Did you waste money one a boob job? You know you don't have money for that!"

Melissa gasped with pleasure, resisting the urge to just pull her mothers head into her cleavage and let her explore just HOW real they were.

Magda wondered what she was doing. Or more wondered why she was even bothering wondering as she groped her daughters perfect breasts. The felt so warm, and perfect, firm yet soft, and had just enough sag. She could swear as she massaged them that droplets were forming on the nipples, was her daughter lactating? Her fingers pulled a droplet from the nipple and gazed at it closely, for a moment. She soon gave in to an inexplicable urge to lick it from her finger.

As the droplet hit her tongue urges she previously couldn't have imagined surfaced explosively. She was suddenly compelled to latch deeply onto one of her daughter fine breasts, she wanted to strip her daughter naked and dive between those alluring legs.

But she didn't need too. Melissa grabbed her mothers head and clenching her mothers gray hair she pulled the head into her breasts, moaning contentedly as her mother took to her nipple. "You can't imagine the things I want to do to you." Melissa cooed, her judgement seeming to have lapsed with her mothers actions. "I can't wait to see you double teamed like I was. Oh, the sensation of when cocks cum in both your pussy and ass at the same time. I wonder if your tits will grow even bigger like mine did, or even this." Melissa rambled on, ending by holding one breast up as her elongated tongue lapped at her free nipple as her mother sucked long and hard, voracious for the corrupting fluid flowing into her as she stared up into her daughters eyes pleadingly, one hand groping the inside of her daughters thigh, sliding up into Melissa's crotch.

Magda struggled to undo her jeans with her other hand, eager to feel the moisture of her pussy on her finger tips. Magda moaned with pleasure, warmth spreading out electrically from wherever she had made contact with her daughter. The corrupting milk of her daughters breast spreading a warm pleasure through her insides.

Melissa moaned, the thought of her mother's own taboo actions turning her on even more than just having her breasts played with. Hundreds of carnal thoughts danced through her head, she looked up from her mother to the still open bedroom door half hoping for her father, or her brother to come along. As she stroked her mother's hair she could see years had already faded from her mothers face.

Suddenly Melissa began to realize what she was doing. This was the last thing she wanted, wasn't it? What if her mother fell under the same influence she had? What if it was already too late? Should she really still care? Was this even stoppable?

Melissa tried to rally her will power, **** to do what she had to next.