With great speed.

You and Jess fly off to your old neighborhood, moving at the speed of the damned. Touching down on its outskirts, you quickly put on your glamours, appearing closer to the pathetic mortals you were. Still, Jess can't help but make her bust and ass a bit bigger, while you can't help but make yourself a bit more buff. You walk down the street, noting how desolate it seems--there's been talk of a curfew, and you suspect many people are desperately barricading themselves in their homes in hopes of avoiding you and your brethren. You and Jess share a frown as you head down the street--you both have avoided returning here when possible, as it's a dreary little place, and this situation makes it drearier. "So," says Jess, "your parents'?"

You nod. "Makes sense." As opposed to Jess, you are an only child, and your father is a emergency medical dispatcher, which in the present situation means your mother may very well be alone right now. A kindergarten teacher, she is a cheerful woman with whom you've had a close relationship in your time as a mortal.

You hope to make that relationship closer now.

Reaching the front door, you open it with your key and step inside. As you look at the familiar surroundings, you feel a perverse delight that soon you will be defiling this place, turning it into another den of lust and sin. Jess points to a picture of the pair of you on your prom night, looking young and awkward and in love. "Remember that night?" she asks with a chuckle.

You chuckle back. The two of you lost your virginities to each other later that evening, amid pledges to stay together forever. Those pledges are now a surety, albeit in a way neither of you dared to imagine. (And after two breakups and reunifications, your relationship resembling the main characters on a long-running sitcom more than that of a romantic comedy.) "I'll say," you answer. You look at her. "You weren't half-bad."

She rests her head on your shoulder. "You were, but you got better quick." She nuzzles against you. "I won't lie--about half the reason we kept getting back together was you were the only man who could give me an orgasm."

"I'm flattered," you say, looking at the older pictures on the wall. You glance at picture of you as a child, flanked by your doting parents. Soon you will turn your mother and father into souless Lilin just like you, incestuous lovers to accompany you throughout eternity in decadent delight. You cannot wait.

Jess shakes her head at your transparent eagerness to debauch your kin. "Easy, lover," she purrs. "Save something for the main event."

You are about to tell her you have more than enough for that, when you hear your Mom coming in. "Scott, is that y--" she begins, calling your father's name, only to stop when she sees you and Jess standing there."Oh, honey," she says, relieved.

"Hey, mom," you say, smiling at her. Your mother is a slender, curly brown-haired woman in late middle-age--no great beauty, even in her youth, but still pretty. Of course, you never even fantasized her before your transformation, but now... now the idea of violating her thrills you to your core. You gesture at Jess, who is doing her best to suppress a smirk. "We needed to check on you."

Your mother comes in and hugs you. "Oh, thanks sweetie. It's been so crazy here..."

You restrain yourself as you return the hug, Jess circling around to block any hope of the woman's escape when things begin. "So, Dad's not here now...?"

"No, they have him at work," she says. "He says it's crazy, calls that don't m-make any sen--" You reach down and grope her ass. "Ummm, hon, that's... that's..." she says, trying to squirm free of your grip.

You leer at her. "I'm just showing you how happy I am to be with my sweet, sweet mother." You rub your cock against her crotch, and pull her in for a kiss. She screams against your mouth, as your tongue plunges in.

Screams that get worse when you and Jess drop your glamours.