Blinded by panic, Jim dashed into the hallway, desperate to escape Julia's erotic power. However, his escape was cut short by an unforeseen strike to his throat as he rounded the corner. Gasping for breath, Jim looked up to see his sister Edith standing over him.
Apparently whatever had happened to their mother had affected Edith too, because she'd somehow grown from a perky B-cup to having tits the size of her head. They were swaying freely, pressing together in natural cleavage due to their sheer size on her petite frame. As she looked down at her brother, one of Edith's hands moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples, while the other slid down to the bulge in her panties.
Having already gained firsthand knowledge of the pleasures of submitting to hung shemale cock, Jim felt his will to escape melting away. Sensing his weakness, Edith helped him to his feet and roughly seized his package in her small but powerful hand, using it to lead him back into his bedroom.
Julia and Sharon were still on the bed, but Julia had mounted her son's girlfriend in the missionary position and was pounding away at her while biting up and down her neck. Groans of inarticulate pleasure mixed with whimpers of submission as Sharon climaxed in series. Edith slipped around behind her brother, never letting go of her merciless grip as he was transfixed by the scene before him. Pressing herself against him, Edith began stroking his cock with one hand while the other wrapped around his neck, pulling his head back until her lips were pressed to his ear.
"You like this, don't you slut?" She whispered as her tongue flitted in and out of his ear. Unable to even speak, Jim could only nod in assent. "Good boy" Edith breathed as she nibbled, "don't fight it."
Like putty in her hands, Jim melted back into Edith's arms until he reached the edge of orgasm, when suddenly he felt the press of leather against his neck as the collar was snapped into place!
As he came, Jim felt himself...
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