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You sit in your room, looking down at the magic circle you've created with satisfaction. From every angle, to every minute detail, it’s perfect! The only thing you need to do to summon the demon now is to light the candles, recite the spell, and speak your name as its master. With that, you will command the powers of Hell itself!
Just as you are about to light the first one, however...you hear the voice of your mother shouting for you.
“Young lady, get your rear end down here now!”
Sighing in frustration, you set your matches down, and grumble loudly as you leave your room. Typical! If there's a key moment of any kind, it's a guarantee that you mother's going to interrupt it. Right at the end of a movie? Yup. During a boss fight in a game? Every time. Once while you were in the middle of masturbating to some porn? Absolutely (to your great embarrassment).
That was the worst, by far. She'd just walked, in a bit annoyed that you hadn’t heard any of her shouts. Neither of you had been able to look at each other for a few days without it being awkward....probably in no small part due to the fact that it was Mommy fetish porn, and you were so startled at the time that you unplugged your headphones just at the moment the actress was screaming “Yes Mommy, lick my pussy!”
Not that she'd happened to catch you during some rare, one-of-a-kind moment on that regard, you have to admit. If she was going to embarrassingly walk in on you jilling off to porn, the rarity would have been her doing so to a video not involving a healthy, heaping helping of Mommy kink. No one could ever accuse you of not having a good handle on what you're into, and what you're into is that.
Which is entirely her fault, incidentally. Maybe you'd have more vanilla tastes if your mom, regardless of being an insufferably annoying prep who's always on your back, weren't so super fucking hot.
Walking downstairs, you are greeted with the sight of her standing there with, what else, a frown. You can't remember the last time you were called down to mutual smiles. Well, on the plus side, even that "You're in trouble, missy!" look, sick though you've grown of it, can only ruin the view so much. Your mother's tall, a good half inch past six feet without her heels on (even if she'll lie to your face and tell you she's 5'10 at most). Now, admittedly, she's got slightly tanned skin (the "I have a personal little mini-gym/spa in the basement complete with tanning bed" kind of tan, that is), bleached blonde hair, and D-cup breasts - which, unlike the hair and tan, are actually natural - but she's naturally hot enough that these three factors can't take away from her appeal too much.
The real fun is as you go further down, though...a toned, tight butt, long legs that look great ending in the open-toed heels she always wears, long, slender toes that haven't gone without polish a day of your life...and her thighs. Fuck, those thighs. If you ever invent a time machine, Priority 1 is going back to the day of your birth and slapping Newborn You in the face for ever letting the doctors pull you out from between them. Anyone ever needs proof that babies are stupid, you've got Exhibit A, because if you'd had any damn sense in that infant head, you'd have held that territory with your life. Set up fortifications around that spot, bunkered down, and stayed trapped between those thick, smooth, gorgeous thighs for the rest of your natural-born life.
Heck, you both probably would've been happier that way. Highly unlikely that you'd have gotten up to whatever shenanigans she's about to yell at you for if you spent all your time in Fort Hug Them Hips...
You're pulled from a daydream about the exact architecture you'd choose for your gam bunker by the one part of Mommy Dearest that succeeds in being more annoying than hot: her voice. "Just what is this?” she doesn't so much ask as accuse, holding up a bag with green powder in it. She always seems to suspect you of being on drugs or something. It's very tiresome and insulting...although you guess that maybe you don't have too much right to resent being accused of wrongdoing when less than two minutes ago you were about to unleash the forces of Hell itself unto the world to do your bidding.
Still, that doesn't mean you'd stoop so low as doing drugs! You're bored and evil, not bored and stupid.
You inform her that it’s matcha, and that a friend gave you some to try. And then, when her expression darkens and you feel a righteous storm about to break loose, you clarify that matcha is a type of green tea, not a kind of narcotic. She opens the bag and sniffs it.
“Ah...okay, then, sweetheart,” she says, all smiles and prep energy again. She doesn't even have the decency to be embarrassed about it, the inconsiderate, drop-dead gorgeous twat. “You can go back to whatever it was you were doing.”
You let out a large, but honestly not really exaggerated, groan of annoyance for her benefit at getting interrupted for something so petty.
Returning to your room, you take a moment to readjust yourself, and change mindsets from World-Weary Teen to Teen The World Should Be Wary Of. Once comfortable and prepared once more, you take up the matches, and start lighting the candles. With each one, you begin to utter the spell, and you're gratified to see that as you do, the candles start to flicker and sway.
Outside, you can hear the wind starting to howl: a storm is brewing. Definitely a promising sign. A crack of thunder rocks the windows as lighting strikes close to your home, and the splatter of fat, heavy raindrops as they slap hard against the roof and window grows into a low roar.
You keep chanting as the storm grows and builds, the magic circle beginning to glow as the power of the demon is called forth.
From outside your door, you suddenly hear your mother shouting for you about something. Oh come on! But you can’t stop for any reason (and certainly not for whatever mundane, idiotic cause she no doubt has in mind). The magic is in full sway and the process is in motion; if you were to stop now, who knows what could happen!
You try very hard not to hear your mother shouting louder now, and banging on your door. You can't stop! Even as she shouts your full name, which every daughter knows is the glaring red warning sign of a point of no return regarding serious problems. But you have to keep going! And maybe the unholy powers of Hell will be able to do something about getting you out of punishment, anyway..
As you reach the climax of the ritual, the storm becomes louder than ever, and your mother is pounding the door harder than ever. She’s nearly screaming your name.
“You open this damn door right now, young lady!” she shouts at the top of her lungs, rattling the doorknob. "You are getting your dirty clothes together right this second because I am doing the laundry now, do you understand!?"
And that's the straw on your camel's back. The sheer, infuriating stupidity breaks through your concentration, and your instinct cannot be suppressed any longer. Without thinking, you turn around and scream, "MOM!" at the door with every irate fiber of your being.
It takes a second to realize that you have made a mistake. A big time mistake.
You turn back just in time to see the circle of power lights up brilliantly. A flash of red blinds you for a moment, and you feel something rush past you. From outside your room you hear your mother scream and collapse.
You swing the door open and find your mother lying on the floor, eyes closed. Your heart stops, but starts beating again in relief as you check and find that she’s breathing normally. She may be a huge pain in the ass a lot of the time, most of the time if you're being honest, but you do love your mother.
With the fact that she’s safe confirmed, you can now focus a bit on the fact that she may now be possessed by a demon. There's considerably less advice that basic first aid has to offer on this particular matter, so, with some effort, you get her up and carry her to your bed, figuring that whatever you're going to need to do, it'll be easier on her and you for her to have a mattress under her. Once she's on your bed and you've resolved to maybe take up an upper-body workout routine - never know when the next time will be that you incorrectly meddle with the forces of anti-God and need to carry your mom's heavy (though admittedly smokin' hot) ass around again - you get the spell book to start reading over and see if there’s any way to confirm a demonic possession, and subsequently to undo it.
And, time permitting, get the demon into yourself like you meant to. True, the world's not going anywhere, but you did kind of have your heart set on dominating it today.
As you read, you occasionally glance up at her, and after a few moments, you notice that she’s starting to slowly change. Well, you suppose that that takes care of the confirmation part of the demonic possession issue. Time to skip along to the curing it part.
Your mom's tan is the first thing to change, her skin going to its natural tone. Well, at least bodily control by a denizen of Hell has its perks; she looks so much better without that crappy fake tan. For that matter, she also looks even better paler. And then paler still. The change keeps going, and soon your mother's entire body, as far as you can see, has the color of someone wearing white face paint. Huh. Interesting. You flip the pages a little faster.
A few pages later, and her hair has gone from that dye job blonde back to its true deep ginger..and then a few pages later, it's a rich amethyst, with several streaks of black running through it. It also seems to have grown - you can't be sure since she's lying down, but the way it's pooling, you'd guess that your mom's hair must now fall right down to her lower back.
Her lips begin changing, as well; they plump up a little, and turn a vibrant purple. It's really pretty, actually; you're a bit annoyed by the fact that it's caused naturally (sort of) by demonic possession, because you'd totally like to ask what maker and color that is, see if you could buy some. Well, maybe if you can get the demon into yourself...
You try to go back to reading, but you're understandably distracted as you see, shocked, that your mother's breasts seem to be shrinking, until they're at least two full cups smaller...damn, is there any part of this possession process that doesn't multiply her already absurdly high Sexiness stat? You get your answer a moment later (that being "No") as her hips and thighs plump up, just a tiny bit. Makes sense; they were pretty much next to perfection already, so not much to improve there.
You're un-distracted from your reading a moment later, as your mom's fingernails change to the same purple color as her hips, and grow into long, predatory claws that could probably cause lethal damage if she wanted. Not that that's not also hot, of course; if anything, it might be the sexiest thing so far. But it's a strong enough reminder that the cause of all this is a demon taking over your mother's body to get you back to looking for a way to fix the situation.
You thumb through pages frantically, until you suddenly hear a loud, ripping sound. Looking up, you see that two new sets of arms that have burst from your mother's sides, ripping her shirt open, likely due to each new hand having the same vicious purple claws.
You return to reading, trying very hard not to think about what it would be like for a six-armed woman to have her way with you...but then you hear her make a soft moan. A...really, really sensual one.
Your mother sits up and blinks once, then twice, then a third time, each time with a different set of eyes. Yeah, she's got six eyes, now, the second and third ones set above the first, into her forehead. The original, bottom set are pitch black, other than red heart for pupils. The middle set are the same blue that her eyes have always been, but they're mottled with glittering flecks now, like an entrancing miniature galaxy set in ocean orbs. The top set are red, with black heart pupils, the inverse of her first pair.
Well, she's conscious now, at least. You ask how she feels, bit entirely sure just how to approach this situation.
She blinks a few times, before speaking in overlapping voices. It's strange, both for the obvious reason, and because both voices overlapping seem to be hers; it's more like an echo jumping the gun than a second person saying the same thing.
“Oh, yes, sweetie, we...um, I? I...we are...I'm feeling great. And I am, too,” she replies in a satisfied purr, sensual even as she appears to be trying to sort out herself. “Such strong feelings of love...ah...I never realized how deliciously strong maternal love can be! And I've never really taken the time to appreciate how wonderful it is to have it...” She moans a little. “And such a nice body. I haven't had a body in centuries...I'm so glad I've put in so much work to keep it nice. I've barely had to change a thing about it to make it perfect!” She runs all six of her hands along her figure, fluffing out her hair, cupping her breasts, stroking her thighs, exploring herself in a way that seems both like this is her first time experiencing herself, and also with the practiced hand of a woman who knows her physicality exactly.
You gulp a little. That is...really, really hot..
“And you, little girl,” she continues in a low seductive tone. Oh, hello, wet spot in your panties, fancy seeing you again so soon. “You have been naughty.”
Your pussy twitches a little.
“Ignoring me when I call you so you can summon some nasty demon? And not only that, summoning me all the way from my nice, cozy little cottage in Hell? And for what?” she asks, standing up and frowning as she kicks off her heels. Your possessed mother closes all six of her eyes, and you hear a crunching, popping sort of noise. Suddenly she’s standing a few inches taller...a glance down at her feet, and you can see that even though she’s barefoot, there are sleek, black spikes sticking out of her heels. Natural stilettos. It does not help your continuing damp panty situation.
“Hmmm? For what?" she asks again, opening her eyes and taking on an accusatory grin. "Did you want to have some dirty, filthy, messy, kinky depraved sex with a demon?”
Well, it hadn't been off the table.
She steps in close, one set of arms cupping your face so you are forced to look into her eyes. The second set grips your wrist tight, and the final set is on your hips.
“Because if that was the case, then you are a very bad little girl,” she tells you, as her eyes all light up for a second. You're not sure whether it's her word or the intense gaze of a demon fixing its every unearthly power of will against you, but you go weak, and it's mostly your mother's hold on you that keeps you upright.
“Now I can’t have a daughter acting like a slut that way,” she says. “It wouldn’t be good parenting.”
You don't have much of a rebuttal to offer. At this point, your brain seems to have gone home early for the day, and the intern it's left in charge, your pussy, has clearly not received adequate training for the job.
“Hmm...well, I think the best thing to do to make sure you don’t go out and hook up with some dirty little skank...” She leans in close, close enough that you can feel her breath. “...is for Mommy to be your girlfriend.”
Your heart almost stops. She moves your hands to her hips.
“Now...let’s start with a kiss,” she croons, leaning in and firmly planting her lips against yours. You let out a little moan of delight that melts against your mother's luscious lips...you may have been fantasizing about world domination for a few years now, but you've fantasized about kissing Mommy for the majority of your conscious life! The moment is everything you'd hoped - more, in fact, because it had never occurred to you to hope that she'd be joined with a lustful demoness, as well!
There is a sweet taste to her, like chocolate-covered cherries. Was your mother indulging in her sweet tooth only moments before, or is this just how delicious she naturally is? Or is it yet another wonderful enhancement from the demon who now makes up half of who she is?
Well, you can't really say for sure whether the taste of her lips is a gift from her demonic possession, but you're a lot more certain, when her tongue slips into your mouth, that her forked tongue is. Each side is slender but powerful, and she’s able to wrap each prong around your tongue. You let out a whimper of bliss when her prongs begin to gently stroke your tongue.
The hands she has on your hips move a little further, to your ass, and start to squeeze it. As you thrill in the sensation, she moves your hands to her own ass, and you squeeze on instinct. It’s soft and plump; your fingers actually sink into her rear a little, and you whimper again in excitement.
There’s another ripping sound, this time near her waist. You'd look to see what just happened, but that would require you to stop kissing her, and you're really not at a point in your life where you'd feel comfortable not mutually tongue-fucking your mother.
She guides your hands along just a little further, until the tips of your fingers brush against something smooth and hard. She breaks the kiss, to your whimpered disappointment, and smiles, licking her lips.
“My body still needs a few changes, but it’s getting closer to perfect,” she remarks.
Four long, powerful scorpion tails raise over her head. Each has a large bulb with a different color from the others; they are red, pink, black, and blue, in total.
“I know you've hated shots ever since you were a little girl, sweetie, but this is for your own good. I'll only sting a little, I promise,” she reassures you, readying the pink one.
Faster than you can object or panic - faster, in fact, than you can even feel it - the stinger is piercing into your neck. It's not very deep, but there is a sharp pain...thankfully, it fades almost as quickly as you feel it.
The pain is quickly replaced by warmth, a pleasant warmth, one that runs through your entire body, making you feel hot and aroused. You had thought that you were turned on before, and you had been, but right now, that mere moral arousal you'd felt is just a shadow to the raging need surging through you. You've never been so horny; at the height of orgasm, you've only ever been half as turned on as you are at this moment!
You feel your nipples growing hard and sensitive, to the point that your bra is painful against them. Your clit is just as tender and stiff, and you can feel that you are easily wet enough that it is running down your thighs. You've always assumed that such a thing was just an exaggeration that authors use in the smut you've read, but it's actually happening now; you're so horny, so wet, that your pussy is actively weeping its need down your leg in little rivulets!
“That feel good, sweetie?” she asks, with a little grin that makes it clear that she knows the answer already. “Well, just you wait! Mommy is going to make it even better."
With that she quickly uses all of her hands to strip you naked. You can neither resist, nor assist - you're too overwhelmed just trying to deal with the raging lust within you.
“Ahh, it’s been so long since I saw you naked!” she exclaims with pleasure, as she beholds your form now. “Well...other than that time I walked in on you fingering your precious little cunt, that is!
“To tell the truth...after Mommy saw that, she couldn’t help but be turned on, every time she looked at you, for months!” she confesses. “What I am now...what I've made me into...that has nothing to do with it. That's how I've been ever since that moment!"
You whimper, and your thighs shake, and your cunt pulsates just a little. Gasping, trembling, you realize that you've just cum a little, from the knowledge that your mother wanted to fuck you just as much as you've always wanted to fuck her. But if anything, the wonderful, soothing relief of climax that races through you only stokes a deeper need, a higher lust! You're more turned on now than even before!
“I was so horny every time I thought about it, I couldn’t stand it!” She runs her hands along your breasts, your waist, your hips, and you gasp and moan; it feels as good and right and perfect as you've always imagined!
“I thought it was wrong. I thought it was sick,” she says, as her tail with the red stinger moves forward, sliding along your body, the tip held up so that it isn't touching you.
“But I was a fool. Now I know that it’s anything but!” She lets out a low moan. “It’s natural, more natural than any other love can be. Who better to be a daughter’s lover than her own mother? Who better to give such love and devotion than a woman who already feels the absolute height of such feelings? Allowing myself to love you in this way, to want you...it barely even feels different than the way I've always loved you...to be your lover is only to extend what already exists for you in my heart to a new, wonderful territory. And this desire...so simple, so obvious, so organic...my body made you; of course it longs for you! Your form is the highest achievement that mine could manage...why wouldn't it desperately want to have it, to be with it, to explore and delight it in all ways?
“I was so foolish to deny it...though I couldn’t fully hide it,” she moans, and you make a similar sound as your mother gently, wonderfully tweaks your nipples with her hands. “That’s why I was always so protective, so controlling...
“Because I wanted you all to myself. To have every little thing about you just for me.”
The bulb of her stinger comes to rest between your thighs. You can feel the stiff hairs along it against your pussy. They prickle your skin, just enough that you shift a little, grinding against it, making them rub against you even more.
“And now I will have you, sweetie” she declares joyously. “I’ll keep you all to myself! No other nasty, slutty girl, and certainly no vile boys. You're for Mommy, baby!
“Your sweet lips are for Mommy,” she says, kissing you deeply.
“Your perfect tits are for Mommy,” she continues, squeezing them. She stretches her long, prehensile tongue, and curls it around one nipple, pinching it surprisingly hard; you let out a happy, surprised whimper at the sensation.
As she teases your tits, the stinger moves up, and you feel the tip slide into your pussy. It’s not as sharp as the others, thankfully; it’s thick and blunted, and the curve of it is a perfect fit...it’s the ideal dildo, perfectly fitted to your cunt.
“And your little pussy is for Mommy...and oh, it is so perfectly tight!” she croons, somehow, even with her tongue still around your nipple. “My good girl...saving herself for her mother, even when she didn't know I wanted to make love to her, too...such a good girl needs a reward."
She releases your one tit from her tongue, and moves to the other.
"I can tell you like the way my tail feels in your pussy, sweetie..."
Oh, really, she can? What gave it away, you wonder? You'd totally roll your eyes sarcastically if you weren't already rolling them in pleasure.
"Well, Mommy's gonna tail-fuck that sweet little cunt, and make you cum so hard!”
She pumps it and twists it around, hitting every spot just right. Her tail already seemed perfectly fitted to you, and yet now it seems to be changing to fit even better. The tip is stroking your g-spot, now, and there are tiny bumps and curves to make every part of your pussy feel amazing!
Your mother's demonic tongue moves from your nipple down to your clit, and she begins to tease it. Your breath hitches as pleasure you've never imagined begins to fire through you.
She pulls your face into her breasts, and you wrap your lips around one of Mommy's nipples, sucking it hard. With a whimper of surprised joy, you can feel a thin trickle of milk start to flow into your mouth...or something close to milk, at least. It’s sweet, creamy, and warm, but as you drink, the texture seems to change. It’s a bit thicker than milk, and sweeter too. And it’s getting warmer as you drink...almost hot. But in the perfect, soothing way...like tea, just after it's cooled to exactly the right temperature to warm but also slide down your throat with flowing ease..but, wait, no, not tea...the taste...it’s not just milk...
Your eyes light up with ecstasy when you realize. It’s hot cocoa!
“Ah, you always loved cocoa. I remember you wouldn’t go to bed without a mug of it when you were little," your mother murmurs gently, adoringly. "Good little girls need plenty of milk to be big and beautiful and strong...but I love you too much not to make it perfect just for you.” She hugs you tight, with all her arms and her tails wrapping around you.
The three tails sting you all at once, as the one in your pussy squirts a bit of something hot into you. It makes you shudder a little as it starts to back-flow out of your cunt. You feel the others twitch and pump something into your body as well...more of that pleasure-inducing pink venom from the one, while the other two you aren’t sure of...at first.
But soon enough, you feel something start to itch inside your nipples and clit. You moan a little as the feeling grows more intense. Mommy just makes soft sounds of soothing adoration.
“Shh, shhhhh...just relax sweetie,” she whispers comfortingly. “Mommy is just giving you a gift. A gift for her sweet, slutty little girl...you wanted piercings and tattoos but I wouldn’t let you get them before...part of it was that I was thinking in a very narrow-minded way...and part of it was because I didn’t want some stranger seeing your pretty little body. That's Mommy's right alone!”
"But now, I'm so much wiser...and I can give you what you want, without needing to involve any nasty whore with a pen or pin.”
The moment she tells you this, you feel a little ’pop’ as a pair of sleek, deep amethyst barbell piercings burst through the sides of your nipples, and a set of matching rings follow suit as they emerge from your lips, navel, clit hood, and along your labia. Your tongue itches for a moment, and a last stud pops out of it. It's a bit of an unnerving process, truth be told, but there's no pain in it, which is certainly an improvement over getting such piercings more conventionally!
There’s an itch in a few places, next, and you find a moment later that you can actually feel tattoos rising out of your skin. The patterns lift, and spread slowly, beautiful and arcane patterns and symbols twisting and weaving along your flesh in black and rich purple hues...demonic language writing scriptures of poetry across your form that you can read bits and pieces of. They're unholy odes to your beauty and sexuality, proclamations of love and lust for you, and markings of a mother's ownership that warns any who dare touch her property, her little girl, of her wrath. To the layperson, it's no more than an exquisite, full-body masterpiece of art in looping, lattice form...to any who even faintly recognize the script of Hell itself, it's heartwarming, beautiful, and chillingly terrifying, the intensity of your mother's love within these tattoos on for her daughter, her lover, her fucktoy.
Well, it wouldn't exactly have been your first choice of tats. On the other hand, your initial idea had been to get one on your arm of Bowser Koopa on a surfboard, wearing shades and wailing on a guitar, against a pot leaf background, so in fairness, you have to admit that maybe your demon-possessed mother is a more qualified judge of what tats you should get.
The deed over your body, heart, and soul is finished with the raising of a final tattoo on you: a circular seal around your cunt, the exact same design as the magic circle through which you summoned the demon now merged with your mother, and with which you had intended to trap her. The tables have turned, you know in an instant, and you can feel a pleased, energizing sense of devotion sweeping through your mind, transforming the compliance to your mother's words and actions that you've felt voluntarily so far into instinct, law unto your soul that you love utterly, both by choice and, now, involuntarily.
“Oh, they look so sexy!” she moans in delight at her handiwork, as her tits squirt more cocoa into your mouth and her tail pumps more of whatever its payload is into you. As it floods through you, it makes your pussy spasm harder; you moan ecstatically and cum a little with each new pump of her tail's fluids.
“Ah...good girl. Mommy's good girl,“ she sighs happily, stroking your hair. You nod, suckling at Mommy's titty chocolate contentedly, your body shaking in pleasure.
“Now...I want you to make me feel good,” she tells you gently.
“Although you have been making me feel very good already!” she adds, and warm happiness surges through you at her praise. “You are so sexy and perfect...everything that Mommy could want from her little girl. And I'm sorry it's taken getting possessed by me for me to realize that, baby. You're a wonderful daughter, and I love you. And I want you."
You try not to let a happy sob interrupt your drinking from her. You...really, really did not realize how much and how long you've needed to hear that from your mother. Well, okay, you've known for a while how much you've wanted her to openly desire you, but with things as strained as they've been between the two of you during your teenage years...you've covered it up a lot with irritation, and disdain, but now that the relief and love crash over you in an emotional wave that brings tears to your eyes, tears that you don't even bother to hold back, you can finally admit to yourself just how important it is to hear, just how much you've missed open, proud, joyful love from your mother...
"And Mommy would love to just have her wonderful, perfect daughter suck on my titttys forever...but I also want to have you lick my sopping cunt, honey. I want my little girl to kiss the hot, wet hole that she came out of,” she breathes in soft, whispered excitement down to you. “You were born from Mommy's cunt, and Mommy wants to feel you deep inside her pussy again!”
She lets go of you, though keeps her tail inside your pussy, using it to lead you along she walks to the bed and sits down.
“Kiss Mommy’s cunt, baby. Make out with the fuck-hole that you came from!” she tells you. “I know you've wanted mommy’s pussy so bad, for so long. I am sure you've spent a lot of time fingering yourself and rubbing your clit as you dreamed of tasting me.”
The woman ain't wrong.
Kneeling down in front of your sexually mutated mother, you lean in and take a long, deep breath. It smells just the same as that time you stole her panties, except stronger, more vivid and alive...the real deal, rather than just a memory imprinted into cloth. It’s such a musky, sweet scent, rich and enticing; you can’t help but love it. And her.
Leaning in, you kiss your mother's clit first, eliciting a pleased groan from her, then start to slowly lick her labia from top to bottom, and back again. She’s already so wet that you can slurp her excitement up. You lap away, and moan into her as she keeps fucking you with her tail.
“Ahhh, so good!” Mommy moans, as she wraps her legs around you and clenches her soft, plump thighs around you. "My little girl is eating out the cunt that gave birth to her...ah, sweetie it feels so good!” She grinds her pussy against your face as she pumps her tail into your quim.
“”Do you like the way Mommy tastes? Is it as good as you dreamed?” she asks, voice hitching and frenzied from pleasure. “I bet you just love it...could you just spend all day between your mother’s thighs, or would you rather suck on Mommy’s titties more?”
Every word she says just sets off more of the fantasies you’ve had about her over the years. She keeps fucking you so hard that it’s actually pushing your face into her pussy more and more, and the way she’s squeezing her thighs so tight, you can’t move your head at all.
And that is something you are quite fine with. Her thighs are so soft, warm, and powerful. Every breath you take is filled with the scent of your mother's cunt, your mouth almost overflowing from how wet she is. Gulping her excitement down, you feel it filling your belly, mixing with the hot cocoa you drank from her tits moments ago.
You lavish her as best you can, flicking your tongue along the length of her slit, sucking clit, putting your every effort into movement, contact, pure overwhelming pleasure for her. And she keeps fucking you with her tail through it all, making you moan into her more.
“Ah, so good!” she sighs and squeals, and orgasms. A surge of pride runs through you, so intense that you climax, at the knowledge, the sheer erotic joy and pride, that you're making your mother cum her brains out!
Looking up as best you can, you see Mommy starting to massage her breasts in her throes of pleasure, and as she pinches her nipples, something starts to leak out, something different from her hot cocoa. As it drips down, you realize that she's now lactating honey. It’s cool, sticky, and so sweet and flavorful, like the best wildflower honey you've ever had, and then some. It tickles your nose and makes you hungry. As it runs down your face and to your lips, it mixes with her cum.
You lap away at her with even more gusto, if that's possible, and she just moans and shivers in orgasmic bliss.
“You know...I really enjoyed being pregnant. To feel the radiant feeling of life growing in me...and sometimes I just felt so beautiful, more beautiful than I ever felt again in my life afterward...I enjoyed it so much," she muses with a happy sigh. "There were times I felt ugly and disgusting, too, but...with what I know now, the way I can appreciate womanly beauty clearly now, the way I can love myself now...and with what I know about what a beautiful, wonderful, sexy little girl came from it...I would only feel the joy of it, now."
You're not sure where she's going with this, but that sure as heck isn't gonna distract you from continuing to eat your mother's pussy out for all your worth.
"I want to feel it again,” she decides, and gazes down at you with adoration in all her eyes. “I want to feel that beauty and wonder again, with you, darling. I want to carry you again, baby. And the way I am, now...I think I can. I can fit you back in, if I try.”
Okay, THAT does distract you from your task.
“Don’t worry sweetie, it’ll be easy," your mother coos, and gently strokes your head with one of her arms, your cheek with another. "I've given me all kinds of wonderful powers...and I love you so much, and you love me so much. How could we possibly show that love, live that love, better than to be one again? That was how our love story started...but we're so lucky, because we can go back to that wonderful beginning of our love for each other.
"So in you go, baby. Get as deep inside Mommy as you can!”
She grabs you with her hands, and starts to press you into her cunt. You actually feel your face starting to slip into her, your mother's cunt spreading wider. Your face is embraced by its wet, warm, soft flesh.
Not everyone gets a chance to undo the mistakes of their past, and even then, it's usually for boring, stupid regrets that don't matter. You, on the other hand, have been given an opportunity like no other: to go back on the mistake of ever letting yourself be separated from the pussy of the most gorgeous woman on the planet. You reckon this isn't a word that's thrown around very often in scenarios involving demonic possession, but you cannot help but feel truly blessed.
“Ahhh...so good...!” your mother moans, as you slip a bit deeper into the pussy that birthed you. There's a tingling running through you, and it almost feels like she's getting larger...you realize that you're actually getting smaller, the further in you go. Not by much, to be honest, not nearly as much as you'd have thought would be necessary to make this work...but still, you're pretty sure that you're reducing to maybe half the size you were a few minutes ago.
It feels strangely right, as she pushes you in deeper still.
Soon enough, most of your head is inside her, and her moans are now muffled and distant. And yet, somehow, you can feel each and every sound of pleasure your mother makes, better now than you could before. It's like you can hear Mommy's orgasmic moans through your heart and pussy, now, rather than your ears.
There’s a moment of struggle, as your shoulders catch, but you feel her arms grabbing you and pulling you deeper, as her tail pushes you in more, as well. The walls of her pussy twitch and shiver, pulling you in more.
She’s so wet. You've made your mother so fucking wet that you're easily slide into her cunt. You can't help it; you're licking her cunt for all you're worth from the inside, drinking your mother's cum at its source and getting lightheaded from how delicious it is, from the warm, overpowering scent you're literally bathing in.
Your nipples rub along the folds and walls, and stimulate them, making you moan into her. It’s so strange how well you fit; it’s tight, but it feels like you belong here. No, you know you belong here.
As she pushes you in more, you start to wiggle a little, trying to get even deeper on your own. You're almost there, you're almost...almost back where you were happiest, where you both were happiest, Mommy's womb...!
Before long, you are nearly waist deep, and you start to feel oddly sleepy, even as you howl and cum, and squirm ecstatically against her pulsing cunt walls. Mommy is cumming too, you can tell, you can feel it, you feel Mommy's climax in you more even than your own! Mommy's pleasure is more powerful than her tail fucking you deep, more powerful even than your clit rubbing against the bottom of her cunt as you slide further in, and it's making you crazy, and hazy, and it's almost like a blanket of orgasm is being laid over your mind...
Things start to shift as you go just a bit farther in.
Your mind hazes over. All your senses, other than pleasure, your pleasure and Mommy's pleasure, are clouded, drowned out. Only now do you realize that her tail has finally left your pussy, and with a happy, drowsy surprise, you realize that the pleasure you feel from being here is greater than it could provide, anyway.
The last parts of you still outside are your feet, and as you feel her hands on them, you feel a little push...
And you are completely in your mother once more. Slowly you start to curl up, into her womb, into sex and pleasure. It’s so warm and comfortable.
This is perfect. You whimper into her loving darkness, and you cum, and it doesn't stop. When you feel thirsty or hungry, there's her hot cocoa milk to drink, somehow. Your cum trickles out the way you came as you cum, as she cums and makes you cum in sympathy. You somehow know that her pussy is leaking not just her arousal and cum, but yours, as well.
You belong here.
Through her belly, you can hear your mother start to hum. It’s distant and muffled, but it makes you feel so calm and relaxed. You can somehow feel your mother's hands, as they lovingly, sensuously caress her belly, almost as vividly as though she were touching you directly, and it makes you happier and calmer still, and your continued orgasm intensifies in her touch.
Mommy will give birth to you again eventually, you're sure. You can feel the radiant peace, satisfaction, and lust coursing through her, now, so she'll carry you for a good, long time...but you're in love with each other, and sooner or later she'll desire you to hold her again, and make love to her, from without rather than within. And besides, what good would it be to tattoo love and obedience into her daughter and then never test that, play with it? Sooner or later, you'll be born again to your demon mother, when she desires you to be...but there are years of unending pleasure, warmth, security, and love between then and now to look forward to. You wiggle a little within this home of pleasure and love, gratified that you can not only feel the scream of climactic delight your mother lets out at this sensation, but even hear it all the way in here. With the happy knowledge that your every movement here will give your mother intense, orgasmic pleasure, returning a mere fraction of the bliss she has made your existence into, you drift off to a constantly cumming sleep...