Some more work then home

After sending a quick text to Renna, telling her you'd be late, you received an almost an immediate reply saying she'd be hosting an EvilGlam merch exhibition later at home. An attached image show her, Liza and a few other girls around the same age you don't recognize somewhere in the city, posing sexily for the group photo. Christa chimed in, saying how much of an hot piece of ass your daughter was. Having had similar thoughts, you couldn't disagree.

While having your own news about the future of the makeup line to share, you decided to save it for when you got home and could talk about in person. Not wanting to spoil the surprise by doing it over text, you placed the phone away as you lay on your back. The demoness wanted to do some work on the front this time around.

Spreading your legs, giving Christa a full and inviting view of your wet slit. A pair of fingers spreading apart the labia, as if she needed any more incentive to go down on you. Her tongue felt divine. Liza had been your first lesbian experience, but simply couldn't compare to the ministrations of a sex demon. God, you had been needing this badly and pressed her face harder against your cunt as your hips bucked and gyrated.

The tattoos could wait a little while longer.

Satisfied in a way you hadn't felt in ages, you exited the company's building after darkness had fallen. The crisp night air was a refreshing change from the stuffy inside as you walked to your car and prepared to drive home. Pleasure wasn't all you had indulged in, actual work and preparation needed to be done and Christa was, to put it fucking mildly, a lost cause whenever it came to anything more advanced than naming the composition of water molecules. Her saving grace was a steady hand and attention to detail during lab work. While the demoness brand of magic was untapped source of potential. Curtiss would've been better, but he had disappeared somewhere.

Coming home, you had interrupted your daughter in the middle of a sales pitch. A half-eaten pizza and a whole range of EvilGlam products covered the living room table where several girls sat and had been listening. Renna didn't have the distinct scent of Christa's pheromones on her, so their attentiveness had all been her. A lingering motherly pride swelled in your chest. Such a good slut.

"Mom…? I barely recognized you. Honestly, those tats are just... Wow!" Incredulity and other emotions played on your daughter's face as she came to terms with the woman who stood before her. Part of you understood her reaction, the corruptive properties of the black ooze tattoos had soaked through your skin causing radical changes to your body. Feeling slightly disappointed that she seemed uncertain about the changes she herself had initiated.

Liza didn't have the same reservations as Renna, coming forward, walking with a sexy gait and looking even better than during your last encounter. And, picking up from there, plumb, red lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. As your tongues busied themselves, your hands pushed up her tube top above her chest and then unclasped her bra. The lesbian squealed in delight as you played with her hardening nipples and massaged her impressive breasts. "Ah… ah… Miss. Warshaw, don't stop."

In the corner of your eye, the other young women had mixed reactions though all were transfixed and didn't move as the make-out increased in intensity. It ended with both of you gasping for breath. "Missed you too." You said with a husky voice. "Had any good pussy lately, maybe one of your friends over there?" There was an uncomfortable shifting as their cheeks burned. Liza shook her head, though her grin told you she had considered it.

Liza lead you to the sofa then taking the seat beside you and only then bothering to cover her exposed chest. One of her hands on your hip and not disguising where it was slowly moving. The glyph of lust had worked wonderfully in exploiting the tainted dyke's affections.

Renna was at a loss on how to react, mouth open.