They Impress Their Mother

Terryl was surprised to find a large breakfast awaiting her when she finally came downstairs in the morning. The tea her daughters made her was unlike any she had ever has. She wondered what syrup or honey like nectar it must've been infused with.

The waffles were light and fluffy, drizzled in a strange cream sauce that must've also been used for the whipcream as its colour was strangely off white. Almost a chocolate.

There was just a few issues Terryl had.

Sadly all of them based on the presentation of her daughters.

Their nipples all stared at her, through sports bras and tank tops stretched to the point of being see through under direct light.

Then the shorts. Some appeared more like cut off yoga pants, or oddly loose to the point that their lack of leg length gave obvious view of their panties when seated.

Although as she noticed camel toes and thong straps she questioned if her daughters were wearing anything appropiate.

"Emi, why do I have the feeling this is your bad influence.” Terryl vented, her head throbbing and body aching as she dealt with the time it took for the medication to dullen the detox to kick in.

“Its not my fault their bras don't fit. Besides, is it not an offense to conceal the true beauty of God's creation?” Emi snarked back, her sister's exchanging knowing looks.

“I can understand some of you, dressing like whores every once in a while to attract a respectable man. But Kathy, you're to be married this weekend.” Terryl continued, ignoring the disrespectful reply Emi had given her.

“The wedding has been cancelled.” Kathy replied casually, as Caroline topped off their mother's tea.

“WHAT?! SINCE WHEN!” Terryl demanded, unaware of how her daughters had deliberately waited for her to finish breakfast before the news.

“Since we got caught sucking off Jack’s boss this morning.” Caroline had been **** to do it. She would have rather converted them to the Idol's thrall. Alas they had to leave the pets behind, the Idol had more important things for them and their upcoming 'religious' retreat.

“Is this some joke!” Terryl shouted sternly in disbelief at how callous and promiscuous her daughters had been acting since Emi had come home.

“I've found my calling. We all have.” Caroline replied, as Monica pulled the back sliding door curtains.

Something about those words made Terryl feel a sudden weight upon her. The room almost seemed to darken a second to her senses.

Looking at her daughter she didn't recognize them anymore. Their overly sexualized bodies, their clothing, their demeanors. They weren't even wearing their crosses anymore. She didn't know what to say, maybe it was just the withdrawl. Maybe she had taken something else instead of her detox meds.

Could she be tripping? She felt warm, her heart was racing, her head felt light, and why was she feeling so thirsty. Standing up to storm out she quickly fell back into the chair. Reaching for the tea she quickly gulped it down, finding it more like drinking warm milk than tea.

“Would you like more?” The question felt almost patronizing, but Terryl couldn't focus on that. She had slipped up on quitting **** again, hadn't she. The thought made her giggle. She was such a bad girl.

“What's wrong mom?” Caroline asked pushing out her chair a little as her sisters cleared the table like a synchronised team.

“I think… I think I might've slipped up just a little.” Terryl replied trying to gesture with a finger and thumb only to wave her fingers before her face in a slight daze. “I must be a bad girl “

“We all must take after you. We're all bad girls.” Emi chimed in, amused that her mother's substance hungering body had decided to process their corruptive essences like some sort of new high. Clearly a substance she didn't know how to handle.

“Such bad, bad, girls.” Monica chimed in.

“The dirtiest.” Fiona added smacking Kathy's ass in passing.

“The worst.” Caroline bluntly stated, Claire and Julia giggling as they moved to flank Emi.

“But if feels…. Sssooooooooo, good. Sometimes.” Terryl ranted, rolling her head noticing how close and intimate her daughters all seemed to be getting.

“Tell us about it.” Emi purred as Claire slid her hand down over Emi's shoulders and beneath the top of Emi's shirt grabbing Emi's tits, locking lips in a juicy kiss as Julia exposed her breasts and offered one to Claire as the kiss broke.

Gazing about Terryl watched as Caroline began fingering herself.

Monica delicately kissed up Kathy's leg.

Terryl sort of froze, arms stiffly placed between her legs as they shifted back and forth nervously.

She wanted to feel that.

Those lips meeting hers, those lips suckling her breast.

Her tits ached at the thought of suckling her daughters once more, her nipple urgently hardening in desire for attention.

“No need to restrain yourself, we're all feeling it.” Kathy remarked, soon gasping as Monica pressed her hand on her sister's snatch through the thin fabric of her shorts.

Terryl shook her head, how high was she? She was finding this arousing, wanting to see more of it. Do all of it. But it was wrong…

Just like being high.

Terryl giggled at the revelation, her mind unable to discern the imprinted thought as not her own.

Brushing one hand gently up and down her body, Terryl restricted her self touching to above her clothes, languishing in the euphoria buzzing through her body.

Terryl admired the fine tits Julia and Emi were now exposing. Claire sucking on one of Emi's tits before slowly sliding beneath the table, a little tell tale shuffling giving Terryl no doubt Claire had peeled off Emi's shorts as Emi continued to play with Julia's breasts.

Glancing at Caroline she felt flush, her daughter leaning forward, legs spread wide as her hand quite visible delved into her pussy beneath the shorts, her shirt now pushed up for display the perfect hang of her demonically enhanced breasts.

Kathy's muttered voice soon joined the cacophony of pleasure, Terryl turning to see Monica sucking on Kathy's slit her head staring up to her sister with need as Kathy slowly stroked her hair.

“Whi.. ich… of us… is.. yo.. ur… favourite?” Emi moaned, her hips squirming suggestively as Claire continued her unseen acts beneath the table.

Suppressing a moan Terryl shook her head, she wasn't going to pick favourites. Biting a lip and shifting slightly she turned to watch Monica her youngest as Kathy peeled off and discarded her top.

Not noticing Caroline slink down to the floor Terryl spasmed in surprise as she felt the mischievous hands slip up her leg.

“No… no…. NO…no…no…” Terryl muttered squirming under her elevated arousal, the smell of her daughter's sexes and pheromones no longer impeded by the religious symbols now scattered amongst less and less of the house.

“Shh… Just watch them, and feel.” Caroline invited with sultry promise, Terryl swallowing deeply as her mouth suddenly felt dry.

Looking up she noticed Julia was now naked, laying back on the table toward her mother, Emi then climbed up from her seat, eating Julia out and fingering her as she played with her tits. Claire slid up from beneath the table, smiling at her mother briefly before pushing Emi's ass cheeks apart for her tongue to frolic.

Gasping in surprise, Terryl wondered just where and how her daughter got so depraved and dirty.

She envied it, she craved it.

Shaking the thought of being trapped beneath her daughters eating own out, while the others ate her out, sucked on her tits, nibbled at her body.

She shook the image of her daughters metaphorically consuming her sexually,

Her hands were now interlocked with Caroline's, rubbing across her body. Kathy pulling Monica from between her legs to saunter around the table, sucking on Julia's tit as Monica stripped and then grabbed the other.

“Kiss me mommy.” Julia requested in a husky voice, arching her back slightly as a lurid moan escaped her lips, her eyes pleading for her mother to accommodate the request.