This wasn't meant to happen

I opened my mouth... But not for what she had in mind.

"Wait! Listen to me! I'm the reason this happened. I was meant to be the--You drank my potion, before I had the chance--"

"Your potion? What? ...Oh. OH. That breakfast smoothie of yours? You wanted this for yourself?" She slapped her impossibly-thick erection against her palm. "Honestly, dear... Why didn't you drink it as soon as you made it? Why leave it in the fridge?"

"I... It tasted awful. I couldn't stomach it. Thought maybe if it was cold..."

A look of understanding dawned on my mother's face. She got down on one knee, and cupped my head in her hands.

"That potion was the most delicious drink I'd had in years. If it tasted bad, well... That must be because it wasn't meant for you. Understand, honey? But, listen: I'm so proud of you for making this happen. Our lives are going to be so much better now. In fact, I think you deserve a special reward."

With that, she took my hand and helped me to my feet. Thank God, I thought. I don't have to be her pitiful, kneeling cocksleeve anymore... But that hope didn't last long. Soon I saw the infernal glare in her eyes again, and realized that God couldn't help me now. Not after what I'd invited into our home.

"Lie down on my bed, dear."

I did as I was told, trying to keep my hopes up. "Are you gonna give me... Special demonic powers, or something?"

"Oh, there's a thought," she mused. "But no... Not what I have in mind right now. The girls didn't quite satisfy me, so I'll use you instead. Don't worry... I'll make sure you feel really good. It'll be a transformative experience."