Get The Party Started

"Catherine's fucking spent..." Jonny huffed as he trailed around the master bedroom, picking up his discarded clothes while leaving a small trail of cum behind, leaking out from beneath the hem of Catherine's sundress. "I can't... fucking take it anymore. I'm gonna explode if I have to hear those girls chattering for another minute." He opened up the smallest empty compartment on one of his suitcases and stuffed his clothing in there.

Jonny took a brief second to fix himself up in the mirror, namely taking a quick brush of his host's brunette hair. He was looking at the spitting image of the milf in the family photo he spied earlier. She smiled when he smiled, and she squeezed her rack when he did. Catherine's lovely mouth barely stifled a giggle, Jonny wondering if Catherine, Michaela, or any of the other girls would ever know how different their day would have gone if the Thompsons just put away that photo this morning. Too late now; Jonny already had them pegged as his favorites in the building. And he had two more young ladies to mess with right in the living room, Trisha and Lexi unaware that their friends sitting across from them were scissoring and cumming on Michaela's bed less than half an hour ago.

All four of the girls were surprised by the bedroom's door opening, Catherine Thompson strolling out, swaying her hips as she wheeled out a large, expensive-looking black suitcase. She stopped in front of the TV, eyeing up the teens expectantly.

"Oh, hey Mrs. Thompson." Trisha greeted their host, taken aback slightly. Her friend's mom spent just a bit too long looking at her delicious thighs in those tights, chuckling as she waved back.

"W-Whatcha got in the suitcase?" Lexi said, quickly hiding her mace spray she had laying on the cushion. "Bringing us along on a vacation somewhere, hmm?" This got a rise out of Michaela and August, but not for the reason she was expecting.

"Lexi, Trisha, I'm so glad you could make it today." Catherine unzipped a large compartment of the suitcase, pulling out an expensive looking tripod and video camera. "Kayla, be a dear and set up my recorder."

"Sure thing, momma." Michaela eagerly agreed, setting up the equipment in a location where the whole room would be captured. Her legs quivered with anticipation as she set things up.

"Such a good little girl deserves a little sugar." Jonny admittedly got distracted, and couldn't resist pulling 'Michaela' in once more, groping the mixed teen's tits and parting her lips with his milfy tongue, savoring that cherry lip gloss.

Lexi and Trisha gasped in shock, while August just cackled, rubbing between her legs as the others were preoccupied.

"Kayla, what the hell's wrong with you!" Lexi stood up, but was immediately knocked off her feet, flung backwards onto the couch as Jonny sent out a clone to make a forceful impact into the petite Filipina. Her small body twitched and moaned in pleasure as the clone made its takeover as rough as possible, a damp spot appearing on her shorts. But after those few seconds, she stood up and untied the hoodie around her waist, smiling contentedly.

"You're not getting ME in on this family fuckfest?" 'Lexi' asked incredulously, the clone now having total control. "For fuck's sake!" She dropped her booty shorts, revealing her lacy black thong and walking over to August, sitting on her lap facing her and wrapping her short legs around the athletic ginger's torso.

"Lexi! August! What the hell's happening?!" Trisha was too stunned to move, everyone around her seemingly overrun with lust.

"Oh shut up, you fatass slut." August cussed from the other couch before locking lips with the newly possessed Lexi. "You're here as a package deal. Nowhere as nice as the Thompson bitches." The two of them slid their hands under each others tops and molested their smaller, sensitive racks.

"Oh, and if you were ever worried about if these cunts thought you were fat..." Michaela briefly pulled away from her 'mother' to continue the taunting. "They do! Like, seriously, how do you weigh that much more than me and still have smaller tits?" Trisha's eyes welled up with tears as the other women mocked and belittled her, still not stopping their fondling.

"Why..." Trisha could barely stammer out. "Why are you doing this to me...?"

"Oh, sweetie." Catherine turned her head, one hand up Michaela's plaid skirt as the girl moaned like a whore, nearing orgasm. "We aren't doing this to you."

Catherine's whole body staggered as an ethereal form left her body and materialized. Trisha was now staring down a naked, late 20's man who confidently took a handful of Mrs. Thompson's asscheeks in front of her.

"I am." Jonny grinned, shooting off a final clone into the last girl. Like before, Trisha was slammed into the back of the couch by the impact, rattling the picture frames on the wall behind her. Jonny cockily approached, leaving the four other women to fuck around behind him as he cornered the thick black girl, still stirring. "How do you feel?" He offered her a hand, and with a shake of Trisha's head, sending her braids wild, she met Jonny's eyes with a knowing glance of her own.

"I feel like I need to get my pussy pounded." Trisha said, falling under Jonny's control just like the rest. She tossed her jean jacket to the side of the room and unclipped her skirt, standing before him in only a tank top and tights with her panties visible beneath.

Jonny looked at the ornate clock on the Thompson's wall. 2:08. By far more than enough time before their other family members got home. Jonny would have a field day, with no more arrivals to clean up for, or prying eyes to silence. He looked at all the women he became so far today, and the ones he was yet to slip into.

Catherine Thompson, her milfy body already quite abused with lip gloss and bite marks on her tits, and a very sore cunt.

Michaela Thompson, with breasts too big for her slim frame filling out her top nicely, and an ass that he couldn't say no to swaying under that skirt.

August Burke, captain of the high school's volleyball team now spreading her long, creamy legs before him, her perky tits just begging to be grabbed.

Lexi Aquino, whose petite frame Jonny could certainly lift easily and pin against the Thompsons' wall, changing up her punky attitude for that of a sex-crazed demon.

And now Trisha Green, so tantalizingly thick that she looked ready to burst out of her tights, able to suffocate someone in her chocolate asscheeks.

They were all Jonny's now. Even after the end of the day, he could find any of these women later and put their bodies to use. But he wasn't worried about 'later' right now.

Excited to a boiling point over the lesbian fuck-den the Thompson's apartment had become, Jonny strode over to the camera on the tripod and hit "RECORD".