Talking to mom...

I showered and got ready to leave in the time I was given. The clean panties I had put on had gotten soaked in record time as I couldn't contain the itch coming from my vagina. This thing seemed to put be in a perpetual state of arousal. But even though I was upset there wasn't much else to do.

I heard Mom's melodious cry echo from within the house. "Come on, honey, you're late." I heard Mom, or this thing calling to me, hurrying me.

I didn't want to keep him waiting, I didn't want to know what he would do. I was already dressed anyway. I had opted for the warmest and least revealing outfit I could find. I had chosen the hoddie with straight pants that didn't show any of my figure and sandals with stockings to give it the least sexy touch I could, so maybe he would get bored of me as soon as possible. I put the hood over my head and left my room.

With my hands stuffed in my hoddie pockets I walked to the entrance of my house where mom was waiting for me. I looked up from the floor to meet my mother's gaze and was not surprised to see what she was wearing this time.

dressed in flared pants and a white crossover top mom was standing proudly waiting for me. Definitely not something she would normally wear. The garters of her white thong were visible in plain sight, emulating the trends I had seen on some girls at my college. Her top looked quite small and tight in comparison to mom's big, bouncy boobs, even though the outfit wasn't anything outrageous like a mini skirt or anything like that. it was still inappropriate for the woman my mom was. Wait. Big bouncy boobs? This thing turned my mind into a degenerate. I tried to look into her eyes to see if it was mom or "him" who was in charge this time. The big sunglasses she was wearing prevented me from doing so. But my doubt was quickly answered with the following interjection.

"Where are you going with all those clothes? Are you going for the baggy look? With those clothes, you can’t flaunt your body light me." She said to me as she moved towards the truck subtly motioning me to follow her. The sound of the locks opening in the distance echoed in my ear as anger and anger surged through me and I couldn't stand the response.

"And you! Where do you think you're going dressing my mother's body like that. Like a fortune house! You know very well that mom would never dress like that!" I said as I got into the van and put on my seat belt.

I wanted to say something louder but there was still a thread of reason that kept me from being too rude to my mother's image. Using my mother's very maternal tone, she responded to my retort as if correcting a small child as she put the truck in gear.

"You are wrong honey. The old Eveline was like that. So anxious about order and neatness, always trying to maintain that image of a model mother and society lady, it was really exhausting. But not anymore! Now there is just a new Eveline. Relaxed, adventurous and fun!"

"Fun?!? You think **** is fun?!?!?!"

"Jessica and I just love each other in a special kind of way honey." I interrupted her pretend perolata.

"STOP FAKING TO BE MY MOM" Silence invaded the interior of the van in a matter of seconds, my mom's quality expression turned into a serious and stoic face. "Shit" was the only thing I could think of. I could feel the tension rising with each passing second. My body was paralyzed as if remembering the horrors that this being can unleash. Mom opened her mouth and with a thick, slimy tone that didn’t fit her.

"You got me punktits, let's talk."

I let out an inward sigh of relief, apparently she had overlooked my outburst. A little softer this time I responded. “Don't call me punktits."

Ignoring me, he continued to drive the car on a route I was unfamiliar with. And as if changing the subject he asked me.

"And how has Lily been? Have you talked to her?" There was a certain air of curiosity in his voice.

I suddenly felt a lump form in my throat at the subject of Lily. I had been avoiding her after what that bastard made us do. I knew it wasn't her fault, but my trauma doesn't understand blame. Every time I think about Lily, a mixture of fear and lust grows inside of me. Even though I had tried to contact her, I had decided that the best thing for both of us was to stay away from her until this guy was gone. I didn't want to get her involved in this again if possible. But I knew that was difficult now. I had been watching the things she had been posting lately on her social media and it was clear that something had changed.

Lily had always kept a low profile and padlocked her accounts to ensure her privacy. But since the incident, she has been progressively raising the tone of her social media posts. Her latest posts have been increasingly rebellious lingerie photos. I didn't know what the hell I or this hung had done to Lily but it was best that she stayed away from us for a while. With that in mind I simply replied "No." "Oohhh, I thought with how much fun we had last time your relationship would be closer baby."

"You're a sicko." I snap back. "Right now I'm your mother Veronica. Don't forget who has the power here."

"I will do my best to make you disappear." I said with all the passion I could muster, to which she replied with a simple smile on her face "I wish you luck with that."

The suv was silent again for some time, until I asked

"Why don't you do the same thing to me as you did to mom or Jessica?" It was a question I had asked myself who knows how many times over the last week. This guy didn't control my mom all the time. I was sure of that. There were times when I knew it was my real mom talking, even with obvious brainwashing. The same thing was happening with Jessica and Lily. So I wanted to know why only I was suffering this ****.

Perhaps intrigued by the sudden question, he replied, "Surely you don’t want to know that?" I was quiet for a moment as I felt some hesitation. I answered "Yes."

My mom let out an uncharacteristic laugh. “Well you asked for it. Well a good simple way to put it is that it's fun to have someone oppose me. Jessica is a nice pet and oh your mother is my ideal command center. So by simple discard you were the one”.

"I regret asking you." I said meekly. This type of interraction had become common over the last week so by now anger had been replaced by simple disbelief.

My mother's suv pulled up in front of a luxury store in the center of town. Without a word, she turned off the suv and got out of it and headed for the discreet entrance. I stayed in the suv for a few seconds but quickly followed her into the store.

It was a spacious room with a padded floor and a large mirror on one of the walls. The most surprising thing about the place was how spacious it was.

"It used to belong to a karate school for rich kids until recently. But I evicted them after I bought the building.” “How did you pay for it? It looks expensive." I said with suspicion, knowing even my mom didn’t have that kind of money.

"Your mother is rich you know." He said with thinly disguised sarcasm. “Yes she is, but not rich enough to buy a building in the most expensive area of town."

A slight smile appeared on my moms stolen mouth as he waited for a coherent answer from her, but a shout more akin to a scream interrupted us.

I turned to see where the voice was coming from, and I saw the woman running at full speed towards my mother. She came up and grabbed my mother's hands and began to speak quickly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Eveline for not coming out to greet you. I was arranging some things in the store and I didn't hear you arrive. How disrespectful of me! Please forgive me!” She said all those words like a machine gun one after the other. I could hear a hard to identify hispanic accent as she spoke. And when I saw her eyes, I could notice a fanatic look aimed at my mother.

As if she found the situation amusing, she responded with a slight smile on her face.

"I didn't tell you I was coming anyway, so there's nothing to worry about. And we have a guest I want you to meet, it's my daughter Veronica."

For the first time since the woman appeared she turned to look at me. I had to admit that she was a really beautiful woman. She was shorter than my mom but a little taller than me. Short chin-length hair and a curvy, toned body. Her butt was certainly bigger than mom's and even though her breasts were smaller than mom's it wasn't by much. All dressed in a sporty outfit that accentuated all of these features.

The sound of my mother's voice woke me up from my analysis. "Veronica, this is Antonella Alonso, the yoga teacher at this school.” "Nice to meet you veronica. Your mother is amazing! She is incredible!" She said with somewhat sick enthusiasm.

Antonella turned to look at my mother and asked "Madam Eveline. Today, can we practice those exercises we did last time please?" “Maybe later Antonella, I want to show Veronica around so I'll be a little busy." "Oh ok." She said. I could see the clear disappointment on her face. But she quickly brightened up when she heard the following. "But if you're willing to wait for me to……."

"YES YES I WILL WAIT DON'T WORRY." she interrupted my mother as she spoke. Laughing my mom replied "Sounds perfect. So Veronica, follow me." I was a little puzzled.

I followed her down a small hallway that led to a modest office, my mother sat behind the desk, I was the first to ask.

"What are you up to?" I asked suspiciously. "Nothing, I simply want to multiply your inheritance, Veronica.

"Who are you kidding with that. If you wanted more money you could just go and control a person much richer than my mother." My mom just smirked. “But that would take me away from your beautiful mother Veronica."

"Why don't you just do it and leave us alone?" She shook her head "Oh, you make me sad, Veronica, and I love you all so much." she said as she made a mimic of crying, but I ignored her and went on.

"So what are you up to?" "Believe it or not, it's the money Veronica. Living your life with just sex is not viable forever. Everyone needs a goal and mine is to improve the life of the community with this venture." “Since when is someone like you concerned about improvement?” I sneered.

"I don't know what you're talking about Veronica. Antonella is a very professional woman, in fact it cost me a lot to get her to leave her old job to come and work for us."

I rolled my eyes, this guy was playing with me so I decided to get straight to the point.

"So what do you need me for? I know you are up to something." The smile on my mother's face deepened. "Oh, you are in such a hurry aren't you? Well let's get straight to the point. I want you to help me manage the business for a while. Maybe 3 months until everything is up and running."

I found the proposal this guy was giving me strange so I inquired further.

"Why do you think I have the skills for that? Besides, why don't you do it yourself? You don't lack time." “Veronica. I know you are studying business administration at the university and you are close to graduating, so I thought it would be a good practice for you, don't you think? Besides I can't, I have some... side business to take care of.”

The more he talked the more I suspected his intentions. However I saw an opportunity to negotiate with this being.

"And what's in it for me?" I said trying to sound as confident as possible. Raising an eyebrow he answered me

"Do you think I can't **** you?” "Well, if you wanted to **** me, you wouldn't waste your time bringing me here. You'd just play with my head like my mom. So that being the case I have some conditions."

"Oh, you got me. I'll give you 3 conditions so talk, I'm listening." I licked my lips excitedly, it was too good of an opportunity. "First, I want you to stop having sex……" "Rejected." he said flatly.

"Let me finish. I want you to stop having sex in my presence. I know I can't stop you, but I want to avoid it if possible to see my family eating each other's vaginas." He was silent for a few seconds meditating my proposal. I got a little nervous thinking that I could have made him angry at last but my fears were in vain.

“Fine.” He said. I didn't want to tempt my luck by asking why he had accepted that so easily, so I continued with the second point.

"Second, I want to know your name. Don't say you're Eveline or anything like that. I want your real name." "You insist on that? I told you, I don't identify with my old name anymore, but if you want to know so badly, I was Billy. Now be quick and tell me your third point, we don't have all day."

Billy, my third condition is..." I paused, this one being the hardest. "What, say it?" Billy snapped.

"I want to have a conversation with mom, not the cartoon version of my mother you made. I want my real mother." I stared at him to catch his reaction.

He looked subtly uncomfortable as he pondered my proposal. It was a long moment of silence before I got an answer.

"Done, you have five minutes." Before I could respond, my mother fell sprawled across the seat. As I cautiously approached her, she slowly opened her eyes. When our gazes met, I could see the infinite sorrow in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie. I’m sorry... sorry... sorry. This is my fault." Her eyes became moist in a matter of seconds. I rushed to her and hugged her with all my strength.

"No mom that's not true... don't blame yourself." I said as tears ran down my cheek.

We both sobbed for a while, hugging each other tightly. It was hard to say, but even though I had been seeing my mother's body for the last 2 weeks, it all felt like she was someone else. Her touch, her manner and even her tone didn't change much, but she wasn't mom.

After we cried for a while hugging each other, mom separated from me. I saw her body and she let out a "What the hell am I wearing?" Which made me laugh a little and relaxed the previous atmosphere. As I laughed at my mom's reaction, she put on a serious face and said "We don't have much time, Veronica, so I'll be brief. Run away." I was taken by surprise by those words, but mom continued.

"Whatever is controlling us has an obsession with me and my body. I know it perfectly well, I feel its obsession in my head. So run away to a place where it can't find you and…..." I interrupted her.

"Mom that's impossible and you know it. I can't leave you and Jessica alone in this. Besides, this guy almost certainly has some plan in case I try."

My mother knew that what I was saying was true, her look was one of pity.

To calm her down I said "Don't worry mom. I will find a way to end this madness, I promise." My mother looked at me with sympathy and simply said "I hope so, honey."

We stood in silence pondering what our next words should be. I heard my mom mumble. “Oh god, what have I done with my little Jessica." The repressed memories must have hit her like an anvil, it was better that she didn't say anything.

I asked "How do you feel mom?" My mom looked at me with frustration.

"It's strange, my belly feels warm and my breasts hurt. Even at this moment the sensation of wanting to indulge in unspeakable acts is hard to resist. It's frustrating. This thing is still inside me, playing with my head." Mom said while rubbing her belly. I looked at my phone and noticed that there was not much time left. I quickly hugged her again and said "Trust me mom, I'll bring you back."

Mom only responded with "I love you sweetie.” A short time later I could feel my mom tense up.... he was back.

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