she takes out her phone

Mrs. Thomms doesn’t seem to mind that Jazmin is pulling a phone from her handbag, smiling. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” the girl says as she holds her phone up and hits the big red button. “Tell me how much you love your son’s cock.”

“I... love it!” Mrs. Thomms says, panting as she bounces harder and harder.

“Tell the world that you’re your son’s slut” Jazmin encourages.

“I am. I can’t... help it. I love it!”

“Say it!” Jazmin pushes.

“I’m a slut for my son’s thick beautiful cock. I’m helpless for it. I never want to be without it again. I want it in every hole!”

Quickly Jazmin puts the phone down, still recording, runs over, helps lift Mrs. Thomms off her son’s manhood, spits in her hand and rubs the saliva into the principal’s asshole. Then helps her lower that asshole down onto Billy’s cock.

“Yes!” Billy exclaims.

And Jazmin goes back to filming. “When was the last time you took such a beautiful cock in your ass?” She asks.

But Mrs. Thomms is too overwhelmed to answer.

“His father?” Jazmin presses the point. But she can’t tell if Mrs. Thomms is shaking her head no or just flailing about.

Eventually she can’t control herself and falls off into the ground, quickly getting up on her knees, taking hold of the swollen johnson and jerking it in her direction, repeating “on Mommy’s face. On Mommy’s face. Okay?”

“Okay” Billy says as his jizz coats the face of the woman who birthed him.

And before anyone can recover their sanity, Jazmin has the video up online.

And now it’s time to wait for Asmodeus to arrive.

Unless...

Mrs. Thomms wasn’t really humiliated. By the end she was beaming with pride. She had given in to the joy of what she’d become.

But Jazmin is sure that won’t matter. It should be humiliating. That’s all that matters. Right? Right?

Asmodeus never comes. And Jazmin never knows if it’s the failure of her quest or one of the other girls’ quests. Asmodeus doesn’t exactly give feedback. And suddenly life has to go on.

Of course Mrs. Thomms is fired almost immediately and the school is scandalized. But she becomes something of a sensation on the online adult entertainment community, first as an amateur porn star and cam performer, then the industry takes notice.

No one minds that she’s on video actually fucking her son because no one believes it’s actually her son. After all it’s just her bouncing on a cock. The only proof it’s her son is the words of an online slut and performer.

Eventually she gets her own Dirty Mommy website and an endless production of taboo themes videos fucking teen boys and sometimes teen girls. All actors, of course.

What goes on at home between her and her son, Jazmin can only guess. All she can do is log on and watch the fake videos.

And as time goes on, Mrs. Thomms sinks further and further into the industry. She wins an AVN award, then another. She fixes those droopy breasts with some silicon. And while she’s at it some lip injections too.

It’s not long before she gets her first tattoo which eventually becomes a sleeve and then pierced nipples and of course a pierced, pink, fully shorn pussy.

Dirty Mommy becomes Dirty Biker Mommy then Dirty Biker Bimbo Mommy. The implants get replaced with bigger ones, then bigger ones, almost inhuman.

Then after 2 and a half years of stardom she vanished again. Jazmin hears that she’s gone back underground, doing things the industry would never approve of. It seems like at least she is fully under the control of the demon god of lust, a true **** of Asmodeus.

Whether she still rides her son’s beautiful cock Jazmin can only wonder.

You’ve failed to help Jazmin summon Asmodeus.