She Doesn't Object

Terryl didn't really answer, her mind was finding her thoughts lost between coming back to reality and chasing the new exotic high.

Before she knew it she had been laid out on the table, her only rational response was rolling over to lay on her stomach. She didn't know why, she just did.

Much to the objection of some thoughts about feeling her daughters hands trace across her front again.

As their mother lay flat stomach down on the table Fiona quickly brought over a small jar. While some of the sisters were making breakfast, others had been at work on this. Taking their baptismal essence and boiling off the water.

The resulting cream was thicker, oilier, and more potent.

Passing the vessel the sisters smiled malevolently as they each scooped a palm full, and smeared it in their hands.

Terryl spasmed and gasped as she felt the oily hands first touch her. One by one they made her flinch. Terryl struggling with the arousing thought of her body reacting as if each hand touching her was a thrust of a cock into her.

Breathing heavily she repressed the urge to moan, losing it shortly as the hands began to slide smoothly across her.

The rational thoughts attempted to claw back control soon finding themselves powerless, as Terryl closed her eyes and just wallowed in the buzz growing inside her head, and spreading across her body, surging wherever her daughters touched her with exquisite pleasure.

“OH!” Terryl screamed as she felt a set of lips touch her, Caroline pausing and gazed to her siblings as their mother failed to object, purring happily as the lips touched down again, and again. Each kiss spreading twice the pleasure of a pass of a hand.

Terryl's body grew limp as she felt herself relaxing and desiring more, fighting the growing urge to moan like she was a cat in heat as one by one more lips touched upon her, hands spread her legs and reached between them, and then she arched her back rearing up as her daughter giggled at the provoked climax.

Their tongues licking across her corrupting skin fueled her lust and desire even further.

Terryl stiffened for a moment as Claire probed across her ass bud, the sisters sharing a knowing glance to avoid pushing her too far too fast.

As Terryl grew ever more craven with the sounds she was almost eagerly expressing pleasure with, Emi climbed up on the table behind her mother. Kissing up the back of her easily spread legs, a couple light nips across her butt cheeks.

And an elongated tongue stabbed into her ass.

Smiling at her mother arching upwards Emi resumed crawling up her mother, dragging her turgid nipples dripping dark drops of breast milk across her mother's back.

Nuzzling into the base of Terryl's neck, Emi enjoyed her mother's continued submission, finding her mother even turning her head to lock lips with her eyes closed as Emi pulled away.

“Why don't you flip over for the other side.” Emi invited in a sultry voice, watching as her mother didn't resist a happy dumb grin at the thought.

Kneeling upright over her mother, Emi gave Terryl space to roll over.

Terryl found her body feeling strangely gelatinous from all the overwhelming pleasure as she almost weakly rolled over, flopping flat as a stoner unable to stand up.

Gazing at Emi in a daze she purred as she felt Emi's hand slide down from around her neck, across her breasts, and then onto, and up Emi's legs where Emi moaned as she inserted her still oily fingers into her ever corruption hungry pussy before staring down at her mother. Ravenously.

With a nod of Emi's head, Terryl screamed out and spasmed, her daughter descending for their own desires.

Julia and Monica each took a breast, gazing mischievously at one another as they massaged and suckled on Terryl's breasts, provoking the corruption to take further hold as the withered and worn C cup breasts shed their years, beginning to grown fuller in shape.

Behind Emi, Kathy spread their mother's legs, taking a long hungry suckle of the pussy lips that birthed her. Her tongue lapping her mother's clit as she slid in two fingers.

Caroline and Claire meanwhile massaged more of the cream into the mother's legs and torso, kissing and lapping across the rejuvenating skin as they each waited their turn to taste of their mother's snatch.

Terryl couldn't believe how amazing she was feeling, it seemed like no sooner had she orgasmed than she cascaded into her next orgasm. Rolling her head she half wondered what the hell she was doing. More out of wonder why she hadn't found this **** and high sooner, than concern for the taboo incestuous acts of her offspring.

Terryl swore she could even feel the pressure of breast milk in her chest, barely though, as she relished the sensation of expelling breast milk, Monica and Julie eagerly drinking up.

Fiona held Terryl's head still nibbling on an ear and smiling at what she thought might be a point forming.

“You haven't tasted true salvation yet.” Fiona mewed, holding Terryl's head still as Emi reached out a wet finger, her mother's lips closing around it and sucking hard trying to keep hold of the taste of the pussy as the finger popped free.

With a gesture from Emi the sister's all stopped.

“No… Don't… More…” Terryl whined looking distraught as she saw her naked daughters file towards the back door, and out into the yard.

“Time for an honest revelation mom.” Emi lectured with a twisted grin. “You were never high this morning.” As Terryl looked at Emi with shock and disdain her daughter lay against her, whispering one more thing to her ear.

“This is what you wanted. Now come show us you want more.”

Almost cold-bloodedly Emi got off the table and slipped out the back door, casually sauntering naked across the yard after her sisters.

To the hot tub.