Ro3: Let's Get This Party Started

Within the Earth’s hugging embrace, she worked. The boy’s body lay on the table; through her finger painting in blood upon its varnished surface she sensed the tree’s awe and gratitude that its eternal half life would serve such a noble purpose. Her eyes caressed his soft form, nodding. A perfect vessel for tilting the game in her favor. Reaching down she removed the symbol from around her thigh, its golden links singing as he brought it to the boy’s manhood. Diminutive. But that was for the best. He had always been arrogant.

Her bosom resting upon his chest, she whispered to his sleeping soul. Eyes still closed, it responded, his hands taking the golden clasp from her. She stood back and smiled as the boy unfolded it unseeingly. He then sat up, leaving his form bordered in red upon the tree. With one finger underneath his testicles, she lifted for him and he slid her mark up around his genitals. It was important that he place it on himself. With a satisfying click, the cage closed around his cock forcing it into a downward curve against his ball sack.

The Dark Lady smiled.

When Sharon woke the world, he would no longer be the thorn….

“Holy shii-” whispered Shannon as she came along side Joan in the doorway and saw their mother. How?! Preggers…completely fucking preggers… When had this happened? Had Sharon slipped down here after Shannon had went up?

Suzanne was totally absorbed with her self-pleasure, her body quite dramatically changed from when Shannon had seen her last. Her breasts were big; two fat teardrops pushed a bit to the sides by her bulging belly. Idly Shannon wondered just who of the three now incredibly busty women in the house was the largest, Robin, Charisma, or her mother? One of her mom’s long legs was bent, her foot resting on the couch’s armrest, splaying her womanhood open wide as she eagerly pistoned both of her hands into it.

“You did say freaktastic… Could be worse.” replied Joan. Considering she was essentially brand new to this Sick Sad World they found themselves in, Shannon was surprised at her nonchalant attitude. Not a cock in sight and Shannon’s heart was pounding, her breath becoming short. Fuck! This was so bizarre and so… hot. Then she happened to look down and her heart stopped.

“Joan.”

“Hmm?”

“Your hand is in your pants.” Her blonde and more buxom sister’s digits were quite clearly manipulating the front of her mons by the rhythmic bulging in her jeans’ crotch. Joan looked surprised and retrieved it, holding the offending limb out in front of her. “What-?”

Joan stared at her fingers, sticky with her juices and she felt something wilt inside her as she realized what she’d been thinking about. She couldn’t believe it and felt her legs tremble. She remembered thinking her mom naked, pregnant, and shoving her hands into her honey pot wasn’t so bad. It hadn’t been long before ‘not so bad’ had become….kind of interesting. There was just something so wrong and yet so…exciting about seeing her mother, that calm comforting presence, in such a perverted and exposed position. Joan was utterly mortified. Her sister had caught her- with her hand shoved down her pants, jilling herself while fantasizing about doing….unmentionable-unthinkable things to her….own mother….

Shannon remembered the strange powerful arousal that had bubbled up out of nowhere when her mother had seduced her. Shifting her attention back to Suzanne’s sweaty moaning form upon the couch, she felt a familiar pulse in her loins. Fuck. Joan was clean of the ring’s changes. Shannon had never been affected by it. She realized her mother had been given some sort of passive power by the ring. Briefly, her mind was filled with all of the possibilities this meant for using the ring to empower herself to confront Mystery Woman. Forcefully, she shoved the thoughts aside and stalked forward.

She had to stay in control of the situation and that meant action, not hesitation which would lead to her subjugation just like last time.

As the very pregnant, very naked woman’s eyes lit up as she her daughter approach, Shannon spoke quickly, “Mom! Come on, the orgy’s upstairs not down here. Sharon’s up there with that big fat….cock of hers. She’s fucking that hot big titted brunette’s brains out right now.”

Shannon grimaced and ignored the wet and sticky hand clutching at her leg as she dragged her mom to her feet, “Oh my! Did my stud knock you up too? That’s my girl!” The hand was slipping up her skirt, sending a familiar shiver up her spine. “Joan, help!” Her mom was heavy which wasn’t a surprise given the belly and those incredible breasts. She wasn’t exactly resisting but she wasn’t helping much either.

A wide eyed Joan joined her, taking Suzanne’s other side and they lurched together across the room. Something shiny caught Shannon’s eye. Spotting the thick gold and blue jewelry about her mom’s ankle, she exclaimed, “What’s that? Where’d that anklet come from, mom?”

Suzanne kicked out the leg in question to see past her protruding stomach, “You like it? It’s beautiful…” she made a soft noise of contentment, the hand that had been squeezing Shannon’s butt slipping between them to stroke her swollen belly. With a dull sensation in the pit of her stomach, Shannon didn’t miss the connection as she slowly and carefully spoke, “Mom. Who gave you the anklet?” Her eyes went to the green jeweled ring on her own hand. Magic jewelry…fucking magic jewelry. First, a reality warping ring and now a prego-making anklet…

“Huh. Don’t remember.”

Shannon stopped short, bringing their staggering trio to a halt. “What?!” Not good. Not good at all. Did that mean- Her frantic thought was aborted by Joan’s voice, “Her hand is in my pants.” Before Shannon could even begin to make a decision on that front the doorbell rang. Fuck. “Come on, Let’s get’er up there quick. Mom, take it out. You can play with all the pussy you can take upstairs.”

“MMmmm….that’s good…”

Between the two of them they were able to guide their lusty mother up the stairs, so long as they kept reminding her of the debaucheries ahead. Both of them were quite thoroughly groped along the way. Thighs squeezed together against treacherous loins, nipples stiffened as their bodies reacted to Suzanne’s MILF power but finally they managed to gently shove her into the room and close the door. Both sunk to the floor, chests heaving as they tried to collect themselves.

The doorbell rang again and Shannon helped Joan to her feet. “I’ll get the door. Go turn on the music-LOUD. Loud enough to cover that up”, She gestured back over her shoulder towards mom’s room.

As music began to fill the house, Shannon hurried to the door. Idly she wondered what had happened to Rick even though she was glad she didn’t have to face him. While she knew it was her mother’s fault, it didn’t change the fact that Rick had taken her virginity.

She opened the door.

Two petite pretty girls stood on the porch. One was tanned with straight blonde hair that reached just past her chin, style was definitely important to her though the mini-skirt was a bit on the whorish side. The other was pale with long dark hair that was the epitome of wild and free. She wore a simple sundress but the big black combat boots were rather out of place, her long slender legs bare.

The blonde smiled and waved the closed umbrella clutched in one hand, “Hi Sharon! Freakin weird, you know the rain stops at your driveway?”

“Uh no but uh, it’s Shannon, actually”

“Oh, cool. Well, I’m Sarah Michelle….Summers. And this is Summer Tam. Yea…yea…total freak coincidence, right?” she said, turning to her dark haired companion.

The pale girl sniffed, “It smells like sex.”

Sarah Michelle’s face flushed and she grabbed her friend pushing her into the house, “Haha..so funny. “

Summer stood still for a moment, looking at Shannon as the blonde pulled on her arm. Her deep eyes gazed into Shannon’s as she tonelessly said, “Check the bottom of your shoe. You’re stepping on Cthulhu.” Finally she was dragged away as Sarah Michelle called back over her tan shoulder, “Sorry! She has Tourettes-crazy person tourettes!” Shannon stared after her. Was that the flakey goth with cryptic warnings that were inevitably ignored at the main character’s peril?

“Oh gawd. Those two freaks were invited? Seriously, why are we here again?” Shannon’s breath caught a bit as she appreciated the Asian beauty who had just walked up. Her arrogant expression spoiled the effect somewhat but at the moment Shannon didn’t mind…

“Well, Taylor, ‘cause Charisma’s here and… Sharon’s pretty cool. Hi Sharon! You really should enforce some standards.” The quite pretty black girl leaned in and whispered, “You could totally be on our level if you’d drop the riff-raff.”

And these were the ditzes who’d be the first to die… Wait, this wasn’t a slasher flick. No, and it wasn’t a perverted Steven King novel either she reminded herself even as her eyes lingered on Taylor’s ass, those jeans had to be spray painted on…

“Yea, I’ll keep that in mind…” she spoke mostly to herself as the two haughty girls walked away.

Over the next fifteen minutes, more guests arrived and the party started in earnest. Shannon wasn’t really sure what the agenda had been, but any restlessness by the party goers was quickly vanquished by the introduction of **** and The Michael Jackson Experience on the Wii.