Their Mother Becomes Distracted

Carrie normally waited for her family before starting to eat.

But something about tonight’s dinner smelled so great, and pulled so hard at her desires she couldn’t help herself. It had started with just a small bite while she waited. The tv drowning out the slowly escalating sounds of sex from the bedroom.

It also didn’t help that all she perceived from it was breaking news reports about wonderful sex being had.

Shaking her head she had to wonder if the same news reports were just looping, the thought in her head being pulled on desperately by her soul as she looked down to see her plate was empty.

But it wasn’t her plate.

She had eaten off of everyone’s plates. Looking to the empty casserole dish Carrie questioned how could she.

It was irresistible.

She agreed with the foreign thought, unaware that her mind was being answered from beyond her mortal realm. She sat there considering just what to do to fix the now missing dinner.

Thinking about how much she enjoyed it her body began to tingle, The unbeckoned thoughts of enjoying the meal as much of sex beginning to swirl in her mind.

She began to squirm in her seat, hands pressing precisely against her body as depravity began to take hold.

Carrie had stopped watching the tv. She didn’t need to. She was half undressed fingering herself, playing with a dripping nipple swearing she could feel the dick she was imagining penetrating her.

Her mind looping through the forbidden twisted thought of the news reporting on the Garcia family enjoying their liberation from societal norms. The image stuck in her head was of Mrs. Garcia being double penetrated, saying only she wished she had another son to suck the cock of, or daughter to eat out while doing do.

Spasming in climax Carrie pressed herself down into the unseen tentacle Dion was fucking her with, more of his demonic essence oozing into the woman accelerating the changes in her corrupted perspective, mind, and increasingly body.

Gasping Carrie gazed down at her exposed now E cup breasts, massaging the first droplets of milk for her to have lactated in almost two decades. It excited her. Massaging more milk free she rejoiced in the sensation, not recall it feeling this good the last time she lactated.

Glancing at the empty casserole dish she grinned, who need casserole, or dirty dishes. What could be better than a Mother’s milk?

Climaxing at the thought Carrie groaned as she felt the penetration into her withdraw.

Reluctantly she lulled there for a moment, wallowing in the pleasure she had been experiencing, her mind passively staring down the conundrum of what to feed her family now that she had eaten all the casserole.