Terryl Faces Emi's Revelation

Terryl lay there wide-eyed in sudden sober terror.

What had her daughters done to her? To each other? Why were they acting so different? Why was she?

Exhaling a long moan Terryl found her body felt weak and sluggish. She tried to ignore the cravings, intangible and unclear in her mind, but she knew what her body wanted.

Then the uncontrolled trembling started. Terryl looked at her hands as they quaked, shaken by her body's perceived sobering.

It was a ****. It had to be. Her body ached and hungered for more. Swallowing deeply Terryl looked at the open door to the backyard. Did it matter if it was a **** or not? She found it hard to argue with Emi's statement.

Staggering towards the door she gazed cautiously about. No signs of any neighbours in the windows, the yard was quiet, her daughter's voices inaudibly signalling their concealment by the hot tub.

She couldn't just parade out there naked, what would the neighbours think? What would they say?

No! She couldn't be thinking these things. She was supposed to be getting better. She was going to get sober.

Turning away she felt her body sink as if a sudden weight had been gained just by turning away. She was doing this for her husband, her daughters.

Stepping away from the door she felt her body in all its pleasure hungry glory become even more sluggish, something inside her urging her on. Assuring this hard path was needed. Breathing deeply Terryl paused for a moment. The little encouraging voice inside her crying out at the stubborn revelation she was biting her lip at as she agreed with it.

It wasn't something she wanted. It was something she needed. **** or not, now that she'd experienced it, it was no longer something she could do without.

Turning towards the door Terryl found each step easier, lighter, more energized and enthused.

As her exposed feet made contact with the wet grass beyond the patio she almost broke into a jog, entering into the private enclosure around the hot tub eagerly. Where she stopped dead in her tracks.

Emi sat up on the opposite side of the hot tub, legs spread wide as Fiona sucked on her pussy lips, tongue lashing her sister's clit. Julia and Monica each fondled and licked at a tit each. Emi just lolled her head back absorbing all the glory of her corrupt sister's, unaware of her mother's arrival, but excited to be found this way when she came out.

Emi would fix her next.

Kathy and Claire each came over flanking their mother brushing their hands soothingly across her skin. As Terryl looked across them she found it even harder to argue they were sisters. Their raven streaked hair not raising any alarm in her head.

“Take Fiona's place, and it will all be better,” Kathy assured, kissing along her mother's shoulder.

“Trust us, this fixes everything,” Claire added before turning to Fiona. “Get out of the way.”

Turning around Fiona stood up, excited to flaunt her body as she walked towards her mother, the foaming viscous sludge of the corrupted hot tub slowly slinking down her perfect body, dripping from her tits, ass and hips reluctantly.

Terryl felt alarm deep inside her, trying to argue and fight with strange captivation and attraction to Fiona's body and the strange desire to lick the substance from her skin, her corrupted body instinctively knowing it to be the same as that which was massaged into her, and used to make her breakfast.

Terryl stood there, feeling the desire to flee growing within her as she watched Fiona step out of the hot tub in a trance, she shifted slightly feeling a dark surge of excitement as she felt their naked bodies depressed behind her, their hands gently grasping her body deterring any escape as Fiona's slimy body pressed against her, her lips locking passionately with Terryl's.

Terryl's body surged with excitement, tingling everywhere Fiona's skin pressed against her, as her lips opened welcomingly to the kiss irresistibly. She felt the sensation spread to the tongue, a thirst growing from just a taste of the hot tub's contents and Emi's pussy.

With panicked cries Terryl's inner morality cried out, Terryl sufficiently enamoured by the kiss to be unaware of Kathy and Claire lifting her by her arms, Fiona effortlessly hefting her legs up and over the edge of the Idol's consecrated baptismal pool.

Terryl's only outward response however was a pleasured gasp, the temptations, lust and desire saturating into her being, taking hold to pull her soul down. She closed her eyes and basked in the perverse experiences the pool shared with her.

The Idol whispered to her of its pleasurable promise, of how she wasn't alone. How she'd never need to chase a high again.

She experienced Lydia welcoming her daughter home, inviting her and her boyfriend to join her and her assorted corrupt toys. How Mary animalistically dove between her mother's legs, to Lydia’s great pride. There was no resistance, **** or doubt. They were meant to be sexual creatures.

With a seeming blink, she was experiencing Magda's great relief as Melissa cast aside her resistance, the well-cooked meal that helped liberate her family of all that separated them. The arousing joy not just of seeing her daughter become an apex slut, but the pleasure and desire on her face and her father's when they came together voraciously for the first time.

With another blink Terryl felt the weight of Steve's knees on her shoulders, experiencing the perverse delight of Sylvia receiving a facial from the man she caught fucking her daughter. Caitlin coming over to lick cum off Sylvia's face as she sucked off the cock left draped on her lips.

Its was normal. It was acceptable. The Idol soon lead her back into countless other incestuous mother's experiences, each one obscuring only one thing.

The demonic corruptions of those individuals.

All its dark forbidden promises appealing to her primal core as Terryl eagerly and willingly opened her mouth and tried to literally drown in the tub. Submitting herself to the graces of her new God.

The potch marks of age washed away from her skin as it smoothened and tightened. Her stomach slimmed, revealing the childbearing hips lost beneath the glacial advance of pudge. Her cheekbones rose slightly, becoming more prominent, as her eyebrows slendered while her breasts grew even more laden swelling to a perfect H cup as her ass seemed to pop into a perfect apple bottom.

Opening her eyes Terryl surfaced, advancing with just her eyes above the surface like a predatory croc on her daughter. Running her hands up Emi's legs her lips eagerly kissed up a thigh, before planting to eat their first pussy.

Terryl unknowingly submitting to her religious conversion. Licking on the pussy Terryl shifted to stab her tongue in, gazing up she should've screamed in terror, but instead felt nothing but arousal at the yellow eyes and demonic horned daughter staring down at her.

Julia and Monica also sported horns, as they fed on their sister's breasts above their mother.

Terryl could sense she was condemned to the path of salvation she picked, wondering if she too was adorned like her daughters as she glanced behind herself to see Fiona, Kathy and Claire equally changed.

Their empathic link opening to share their pleasures with their Mother.

The sensations excited Terryl, her mind going wild not just with wonder, but perverse excitement at just what she might engage in feeling as if her tongue was burrowing deeper, and deeper. She back away from Emi's pussy lips. As she did she felt her elongating tongue drag out slowly, soon taking an opportunity to wiggle the length across Emi's clit as its blackening tip was still swirling within Emi's pussy.

Cooing softly as she felt Emi place a hand on her head, Terryl couldn't help but grin as she felt Emi's thumb run across the stubby horns beginning to develop on Terryl's brow.

It made Emi smile. Soon. Soon it would be time to go home.