After Dinner

Melissa had fought the urges through dinner. The conversations idled along the usual small talk, latest things in everyone's lives (except hers), wedding plans, the exquisitely seasoned roast.

Most of it clean.

A couple times double entendres or innuendos were made by Steve or her mother, their exact intent cloaked while sexual undertones lurked about. Or maybe that was just in Melissa's head.

Her track pants meanwhile felt damp with her juices, Melissa was self conscious that someone might smell how wet she was.

Magda had spent much of dinner with one hand in her lap, playing a game of self control resisting full blown playing with herself, while also resisting moaning, or her preference, screaming with pleasure. She was even more content every time she caught a set of eyes locked on her, her continually hard nipples a billboard to attract stray attention.

When Eva asked what was used to season the roast Magda simply promised to show her personally later, content to see Eva's eyes drift down on her body.

Eva had met Tom's family several times before, but this time something seemed off. Melissa was acting unusually withdrawn, and dressed like a track athlete rather than her usual casual self.

Magda oozed a new type of confidence, seemingly more relaxed with what was going on rather than trying to control everything. Her nipples seemed to stare at Eva endlessly through dinner.

Steve and Joe seemed a bit more withdrawn, and Eva could swear their crotches were both bulging, as if they had been stuffed with something.

The bulges became of increasing thought to Eva through dinner, at one point she caught herself groping Tom under the table. She had wondered what had gotten into her. It wasn't possible for those bulges to be their cocks. To be that big, that hard... For THAT long... But if they could...

After dinner the boys all went downstairs to the bar for a drink while the women all gathered in the kitchen, washing or helping dry the dishes.

Eva could swear Magda was at least ten years younger, it was something she had debated asking through dinner.

"Have you been using a new face cream Magda?" Eva finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She quickly noted that Magda's hair seemed less steely grey and more blonde.

"No I haven't. Something else truly wonderful happened today. Isn't that right Melissa." Magda replied, Melissa's eyes going wide with realization. She got wet with thoughts of how her mother was already exposed, there was no excuse to spare her now... She couldn't change into one of those things, she doesn't know she needs to give up her soul. Her will's attempt to reinstate itself side tracked by a mental replay of the amazing orgy she had been involved in. How she scoffed at that harlot before becoming a bigger slut than her. How now she could compete with her mom over who was the bigger slut.

Oh how she could be have been the bigger slut, she sacrificed it to that hussy back at the mail room but here... Here she had her mother to out do. Four people were there to judge them. Four, no five delicious souls to give up with hers... No she couldn't. She would.

"What happened today Melissa? You've been unusually mute tonight about what's new. Why the unusual outfit?" Eva asked, she noticed Melissa was leaning on a counter, she was suddenly breathing heavier. The panting was almost erotic in its pacing Eva thought, staring at the hard nipples protruding through Melissa's shirt, the shirt suddenly clinging tighter and tighter as it seemed to become wet and transparent, spreading out from the epicenter of her nipples.

Magda smiled broadly with the physical reaction she had provoked in her daughter. She put down the dish she was washing and sauntered over. The Idol whispered sweet secrets to her, promising even greater youth, greater beauty, asking her to only do as she was already craving. Fulfill herself.

"Melissa? Are you ok.." Eva began to ask as Melissa clenched the counter **** to scream for Eva to grab everyone and escape her and her mother. **** to rip her shit off and clench Eva to a tit until her mother joined her.

Magda wasn't wasting time though, she stroked a finger across her slit and came up behind Eva slipping it onto her tongue, Eva's lips clenching erotically around the finger and sucking on it, almost instinctively. Eva, recognized the taste... That strangely wonderfully seasoning from the roast, only more potent. Eva was stunned mid sentence, craving more of that flavour, without it being drowned out by anything else. She needed it PURE.

"If you think that's a good taste, you should get a hold of one of theses." Magda commented clenching both of Melissa's breast eliciting a moan and the shirt clenching more tightly to the flesh. Magda began nibbling on her daughter's neck, sliding one hand down into her daughters pants to feel the swollen clit crying for attention. "This pleasure should be embraced." She whispered seductively, biting Melissa's ear before turning back to Eva.

Eva had dropped her jaw. This couldn't be happening? The taste lingered pleasurably on her tongue as her mind tried to process what it had just taken in. Had Magda really just groped her daughter and acted so... Lewdly? A voice in her head cried for her to be next, her eyes seemed locked on Magda as she reached behind herself undoing the dresses zipper.

As the red dress fell to the floor Magda felt truly free and uninhibited. She stepped up to Eva smiling broadly as the girls eyes seemed locked on the beautiful curves of her body. "Beneath each of us lies a more beautiful, primal form. It just needs to be embraced, and freed from our self inflicted constraints." Magda preached as she kissed Eva on the forehead brushing her hands across the girls cheeks to grab either side of her head. "Embrace this, and it will all go so easily." Magda whispered to Eva.

Eva kissed the air towards Magda, she didn't know why but she craved more contact. She dropped to her knees following the guidance of the two hands on her head, and upon seeing the glistening bald pussy before her, she knew just what it was she wanted a taste of. A voice in her mind was warning her away, reminding her of her fiancee, her life, screaming as if that was all about to be ended. But another voice whispered of how her future husband couldn't turn away from fucking her after eating his mom out. How the future didn't matter if it wasn't filled with all the worldly pleasures possible.

She teetered on the edge, Melissa now moaning and fingering herself. She watched as Eva was brought down to her knees in front of Magda. She jealously watched regretting having not just taken her own mother earlier, how it could have been her having that soon to be slut eating her pussy out whilst her mother played with her breasts.

But this wasn't her, this wasn't them... Or was it? Or could it?