They Go For Dinner

"Honey, we can continue this later." Joe stated blowing his wife a kiss. He really wondered what had gotten into her, but it didn't matter too much as it excited him in ways thinking about his wife hadn't in ages. He still wondered when his cock would give up being at attention.

Glancing at the time Joe hurried off to make sure their kids were ready, and that someone was down there to greet their guests. It did often take a while for Magda to get ready.

Magda in frustration flopped back on the bed, the last thing she wanted was to get dressed. Slowly and reluctantly she got up and went too the closet.

She felt drawn to wear one of her nice evening gowns, they'd compliment her newly augmented breasts so well, and almost exaggerate the flare of her hips. Alas this was a much less formal affair.

She finally settled on a wine coloured sun dress she owned, she loved the way it closed off across the top of her cleavage before rolling across the ridge and down to where it flared out short at the bottom. Her hair almost seemed to style itself, her younger face flaunting features it would be a shame to hide under make up.

She then proceeded downstairs into the kitchen. As she finalized touches on the salad she found herself unable to resist fingering herself, she smiled and shook her head at one point when she realized her juices were dripping on the floor. She quickly smeared the droplets allowing them to evaporate or disappear quicker.

Maybe that's what Melissa really dripped across the house she mused, finding the idea even more arousing. Melissa's pussy having dripped across the entire house, hungry for someone to lick it dry. Oh how she would lick it dry.

Her fingers soon seemed insufficient with her constantly needing two hands, and she hardly had time to even try washing her juices off her fingers. Not that it mattered, the idea that she could have five people eating her juices aroused her and soon brought visions of a lewd orgy to mind.

She glanced around seeing no signs of anyone and grabbed the baster. Squeezing the handle to eject what air she could from it, she inserted it mewing in pleasure. Loving the sensation of it sucking at the vaccuum of her pussy.

Magda was impressed how easily it's full length slid into her, and how nice it felt to wiggle it around as she... FOOTSTEPS!

Magda shoved the baster fully back in and dropped her dress. Turning around she fought to not gasp from the sensation within her. The idea of getting caught with the baster inside her aroused her more, she thought of how she could lewdly reveal it if someone caught on. She thought of how she could finally get some action.

She had no clue of the hold the Idol had taken over her, or how her actions just kept upping the pheromones she was unleashing around her, or that while her daughter had been fighting and resisting this knowingly, she had more or less embraced it so far with open arms welcomingly. Her body already having changed to release pheromones even more potent than those of her daughter.

Steve awkwardly shuffled the bulge of his pants in his hands, he quickly stuck a hand down his pants to pull the rigid cock straight up against his body. His hard on was unrelenting, and even worse, peeked just above the belt of his pants.

Entering the kitchen and seeing his mother's back turned, her dress invited images of bending her over and fucking her mindlessly, putting all his will into it... Almost as if it would be his final act.

Sure, more people might catch them. But something told him his mother wanted it, as her ass subtly swayed back and forth. The tightly clung dress showing no sign of panty lines as it tightly hugged her ass.