Talk about a shit-show!
It was in the Virgo Banquet Hall at the Atlantic Crown Airport Inn that a collection of probably the classiest ladies in Fillerton were gathered for an afternoon tea. Rich and ‘family values-orientated’, not a single wrinkle was permitted on either midi skirt nor forehead as all had to be as prim and proper as a 1950s homemaker magazine cover for this fundraiser celebrating the marvelous bond between mothers and daughters under the banner of the Apollyonia Club’s ‘Families First’. A more restrained and tranquil function was hard to imagine as there were times between speakers where even a dropping hairpin could be heard.
A nightmare! Pure anguish!
Recently blossomed young ladies in modest dresses of amethyst floral patterns, mothers of platinum blonde tittering with pinkies raised high, and even some grandmothers - though you wouldn’t know if from their recent trip to the cosmetic surgeon - complimenting how gorgeous their daughter and grand-daughter looked together, the sense in the room was one of timid, high-class entertainment that wouldn’t offend anyone.
Kill me… Just end my suffering!!!
All were carrying the brightest of smiles… with the except for the one girl sitting on stage.
“Smile, Hazel…” The mayoral candidate for Fillerton’s Gopher Party, Abby Kapelusznik, hissed through smile clenched teeth to her cross-armed daughter on the chair behind her. It was a talent of hers, but despite that flowery summer dress of red and politician perfect smile, she managed to sound terribly threatening. “Please… We’ve talked about this.”
Hazel Kapelusznik - her slave name - was feeling like the poorest girl from an upper-middle-class family in the world and was drowning herself in her misery with a rather fat slice of cake, mumbling out angsty expletives with every bite. It wasn’t bad enough she had to be surrounded by these pretty princess freaks for an entire afternoon, breathing the same damned perfume-stained air unfiltered, she also had to dress like them! Worse than the seeming pound of makeup fit for a ballerina was that her gorgeous raven locks, which usually shrouded her pale face in enticing mystery, was pulled up in a horrid tight-ponytail, giving her the same flipping ‘Croydon facelift’ that everyone else had in the room.
Why did they even wear their hair like this!? Wasn’t their botox addiction enough for them!?
But as maddening as it was to feel as if her eyes were being constantly yanked wide à la ’Clockwork Orange’, the worst was dressing like these high-society and photogenic psychos! No black torn jeans with pentagrams, no totally cute thigh-high black-stripped socks, no giant headphones with laughing skulls on the side, no lacy bra showing off the goods, no plaid mini-skirts that she looked beyond hot in, and not even a single hairclip showing off the flood of snarky personality she had!
In the horrible ruins of where her perfect ‘punk-emo’ fashion once lay was instead a disgustingly elegant yellow dress with the same vibrancy of the sun.
The sun!? Didn’t her fascistic mother understand that she and that blazing ball of golden lighter were sworn enemies!?
So to her dumb mother’s leering eyes and reutterance that they had an ‘agreement’, she just stuffed another mouthful of revoltingly fluffy mango angel cake that danced on her tongue and gave a slight nod that would show that she would, indeed, be a ‘good girl’ today.
But she only would unfrown the slightest bit as to protest her shackling to this chair! She was a political prisoner in such a location, for fuck’s sake, and she was practically being force-fed cake!
This was nevertheless good enough for her mother Abby to pull her head back forward to the politely awaiting crowd and commenced her speech on how important ‘family values’ were for her campaign while her daughter did her best to gracefully display a smidgen of the entire torrent of displeasure which was swirling inside her.
Stupid outfit… Stupid banquet…. Stupid MOM! And stupid people! Jeeze, all these moms and girls look disgustingly barbie like its the Stepford families in here with their plastic surgery.Haven’t these broads ever seen a real woman in their life? Seriously, is there a girl here below the cup-size of ‘double-watermelon’?
She peeked down neckline of her awfully radiant dress and had her lips grumble at the non-existent line of cleavage and crossed her arms again. After all, she’d always considered herself attractively slim like a good-looking girl her age should be, taking quite the bit of pleasure of fitting herself in outfits labeled ‘S’ or even ‘XS’, but another glance around the room made her stomach churn.
Her impressive thigh gap meant nothing when she lacked the booty to back it up!
Jeeze the measurements in this room can make a girl downright envious! No wonder why this group asked my dumb and thick plastic mom to give a speech in front of them. God, I hate everything about this stupid day!… Except this cake. The cake will be spared my wrath and live… in my stomach.
Hazel licked the fork with knowingly obnoxious *Nyam*-sounds as her eyes drifted leftwards to the lectern her mom was giving her stupid fake smile at and she found the eternal and internal rancor steaming from her nose, unable to be contained.
Look at her… Smiling and talking about family values? HA! The cow doth protest too much, or do you think the brainless bimbos in this room simply won’t take the time to do any research into your past, mom? Oh yes… You love to hide behind your perfect family with big dumb dad and your hyperactive son with your beautiful daughter right in the centre dressed as the sun, but you can’t hide your true nature!
Her delicately eye-shadowed eye twitched as she lopped another fork of cake into her mouth.
The simple fact was that her mother had this awful habit to kind of wiggle her hips as she spoke, not in an overly exaggerated way that was clear to the audience, but definitely an unavoidable fact if you stood behind her while she spoke. Hazel supposed that a lot of mothers had a tinge of flamboyancy to them, but then again, most mothers didn’t have her mom’s body.
MOOOO~!
She’d been lowing more and more in her mind as the speech went on as Hazel just couldn’t tear her eyes away from her mother’s unsightly jiggling, stretching from her unholy silicon udders to her rolling soft centre suppressed by Spanx and that enormous Brazilian lifted butt, as her whole body had this narcotic sway that took advantage of Hazel’s crippling boredom.
My luck having the damned former porn star mom! How you used to love to show off your cow-bod on the beach with those torpedo tits in those string bikinis or *URGH~* fucking show off that bigger-than-a-bovine butt in front of my friends! And then, at that last Halloween dance?! Freaking having her PUMPKINS out in that skintight superhero outfit, getting chatted up by all the guys and becoming the centre of attention on the dance floor despite being a chaparon!? MY OWN MOM TWERKED AT MY SCHOOL DANCE! NO WONDER I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND WHEN MY MOM IS GIVING THEM PERVY BONERS AND-
Her chair rocked as she started to hyperventilate with bull-like flaring nostrils as she sat, getting more and more memories of her school mates finding old clips of her mom from the nineties. Her dumb mom had always been an active parent in the PTA, so every knew her same stupid chocolate bob haircut and blimp tits school wide and that only meant it was matter of time before people found her ‘greatest hits’ of sliding down meat-poles like rushing firefighters under the name of ‘Apple Luvsdix’,and just shoving it in her face while walking down the halls. The sound of her mama’s clapping ass cheeks getting smacked by porn-star nuts was stained in her eardrums alongside with every perverted dude - meaning all the boys in school - openly speaking their fantasies of being smothered by her mom’s grotesquely enormous implanted fun bags!
Only a rogue back kick much like an angry donkey from her mom upon the leg of the chair snapped her back into reality, making her again cross her arms and grumble.
And NOW she finds Jesus after all this and runs for office!? At least before I could dress however she liked before, but now we have to constantly dress like we’re trying to impress the Amish or whatever! And who is she trying to fool by dressing ‘conservatively’? Everyone can see her boobs are bigger than her head no matter what she wears, and her butt…
Another gulp of cake went down, and that strange stomach churning she’d just assumed was unquenchable rage moved southwards, making her thighs clenched.
Her butt is just so stupidly big that she can’t even sit at a school desk and…Wow… Uh getting warm down there. I wouldn’t ever call a cake orgasmic before but… Man… This is really making me all tingly and… Damn, shame mom wolfed her piece down so quick or I would steal it while her speech was going. Well, it certainly makes watching my mom’s big fat ass swing all… the more… grossly…hypnotic….
Hazel found her eyes getting heavy, watching her mom’s legs squirm more and more while she was giving the speech and finding her own legs tighten all the more. She was just starting to get weird ideas of her mom’s big Brazilian bunda making its landing in her lap and smushing her flatter than a stamp, when her mother finally wrapped up her speech, giving that same tired line about putting ‘Fillerton Families First’ and that those ‘Three Fs’ would be the ‘Foundation of the Future of Fillerton’ - therefore becoming the ‘Six Fs Plan’.
F-Finally! Kiss some hands, shake some babies and then I can go home to suppress these nasty thoughts! Touch my mom’s butt… Sheesh, I’m going to have some serious therapy bills when I’m forty, aren’t I?
A hand gesture from behind the lecture signaled that she had to stand up and look all ‘cutesy’ for the crowd for a photo-op, so Hazel raised to her shaky goosebumped legs and got her rather blushed face over besides her mom. Of course, she still felt utter revulsion by being here in front of these glamorous dildos with flawless faces, but she was feeling hot and sweaty under these lights as she gave a weak smile for the flashing cameras.
Damn… Were these lights always so bright? I’m feeling rather-
“Get closer!” The blonde witch with the figure of a stick, Delia Jones, who was her mother’s strict campaign manager, barked with her hands flapping. “This will be great, but just make it look like you two can stand each other a little more!”
There was a little titter that spread across the audience, as most in the crowd clearly thought Delia was joking, but Hazel knew full well that ‘Miss Jones’ hadn’t a funny bone, humor cartilage or even silly sinew to be found in her body. However, there was no avoiding that command, and her mom’s soft body suddenly pressed herself firm into her with an arm around her shoulder, pressing flat-butt against overly-abundant booty, non-existent bust against proper boob-airbags, and flushed face against flushed face until their cheeks were properly smushing against one another way too close for comfort.
“M-Mom…” Hazel mumbled under her breath through her mom’s chocolate locks. “W-Why are you so hot and sweaty?” It was unavoidable to not feel her voluptuous figure radiate heat onto Hazel like a base-heater, her mother always getting a tiny bit sweaty with her curves and such outfits, but this was on a whole different level. There was a scent of lilac deodorant which was pungent in her nostrils, making her kind of dizzy as she tasted this strong odor on her tongue.
“M-Must be that cake, not feeling…” She gave an especially soaked gulp through those chubby lips, strangely panting at the moment. “… a hundred percent.”
Cake? She’s not feeling… well, ‘excited’ too, is she? No, it’s just got to be the sheer weight of her boob-job finally catching up to her! God, just imagine how stupidly moist and drippy it is under her boobs…. Wouldn’t want to feel under there, nosireebob!
“Thank you so much for the important address about the importance of family, Mrs. Kapelusznik.” The organizer of the event, Mrs. Black, came out with her bouncing red curls and a floral print dress with heels that matched her surname. Her smile grew to uncomfortably wide levels as she pointed between the two of them and the hall full of families. “From watching you and your daughter, we can be sure that you share the same goals as our organization to put families first.” She somehow managed to smile all the more. “Honestly, you two are just so cute and beautiful together!”
Just then, a chant broke out to Hazel’s further spiraling despair.
“kiss!”
”Kiss!”
“KISS!”
“KISS!”
“Well?” Mrs. Black bit her dark painted thumbnail and winked so sickingly sweet. “Why don’t you give the crowd what they want?”
”Alright.” Mom gave that look she did when she was just barely tolerated something - the family photo album was just stuffed with such pictures of that forced smile. She spun her slightly perspirant body at a side angle, emphasizing how much she positively jutted at the hips and bust like she was smuggling sportballs from a store, and had her hands clenched so tight on Hazel shoulders that there was no escape, starting to lean in with that practical duck bill she called lips.
However, despite knowing that she’d normally be screaming in such a situation, a peak down her mom’s colossal cleavage comparable to an eldritch black hole normally, Hazel instead found her heart was beating unbearably fast, nipples tingling insanely stiff and some sweat of her own building on her brow as she felt weak in her mom’s commanding grip,
Get a GRIP, Hazel! You had some bangin’ cake and you got a little excited but… This is your MOM! Argh~! Just kiss my cheek and get this over with!
But even the darkest horrors that Hazel had seen today couldn’t have prepared her for what was about to come. Her mom, her buffalo-proportioned birthmother, overly puckered her shockingly wet lips and leaned in right until their bodies pressed hard enough until it felt like their hearts were hugging! And then… their lips touched and there were cheers from these beauty freaks in this hall!
*Mwwwwwaaaaaahhhh~!*
Frankly, the daughter couldn’t even remember the last time her mother had given her such a sloppy kiss like that, pressing all the more weight into her until Hazel lost feeling in her legs and needed to put her hand on the lectern for support. She even swore there was a teasing of tongue against trembling lips before she parted, but what was undeniable was the sensation of mama-saliva slathering both of her burning cheeks like dripping honey. She’d be damned if she licked it up with her tongue but, why was it so tempting?
God damn it! What is with these butterfly in my stomach?! Why do I feel like I just had my first kiss or something?! And why do I feel… Dampness? DAMPNESS?! WHAT IS HAPPENING!? I’m SPLOOSHING for my own mom!!!
Abby straightened her back slightly, smiling faintly, until they both realized how dead silent the cheering in the hall had become. A frown quickly formed on her mom’s face and she hissed accusingly. “D-Did you do something when I kissed you? Like, make a face or something?”
“N-No~!” Hazel groaned out, finding her inner-rebel a mere kitten suddenly as she struggled to stop her mind from spinning. “I swear…” She glanced rightwards, seeing the displeased face of the crowd and nibbling on her lower lip. Now she was wishing that she’d done something more dramatic while they were practically making out, such as flipping the bird, but with her mind properly frazzled, only one thing came to mind. “M-Maybe you should kiss me again…?” She gulped and couldn’t stop more words from slipping out. “P-Please?”
That’s it! Mouth - you and me? Enemies for the rest of all time! You’re making me sound like a mama-loving freak! As if I could ever lust after such a lewdly inflated woman… with her massive mega-melons smooshing all over my face as she pins me to the ground and covers me with just the sloppiest kisses as we emit the loudest make-out noises and-
Abby looked baffled over to her campaign manager, who only gave a subtle shrug before gesturing over to the organizer Mrs. Black. The rather tall redhead maintained her cheery face but it had somehow morphed into a smile that exuded a sense of disappointment and concern with the corners of her mouth. “We see your confusion, Mrs. Kapelusznik, and though I don’t know if I can speak for all our members here, I suppose we were expecting…” She trailed off with her eyes to the side, both mother and daughter cringing for what they were expecting to hear next, but completely unprepared nevertheless. “…a bit more.”
”More!?” Mother and daughter simultaneously blurted with proper Dickensian shock before looking at each other.
“I mean… yeah.” A girl looking properly dressed for prom with the frilliest of pink flounces showing a teasing of her creamy brown calves flicked her dark crimped hair and raised her hand like she was in school at the closest table to the lectern. “You two obviously wanna fuck but y’all are, like, kissing like a bunch of ‘normies’.”
”My daughter is right.” Her nearby sitting mother, a splitting image of her daughter with her obvious spray-tan and recent trip to the salon except the mother clearly ‘super-sized’ her order at the cosmetic surgeon by the fact she had implants double the size of her Barbie daughter. “We all paid these exorbitant prices for tea to see a mayoral candidate show how much she puts ‘Families First’ and I don’t feel like we’re getting our money’s worth!”
“Hey mom…” The teen bit her lower lip and cooed. “Why don’t we show them how it’s done? You know… Us kissing like you taught me?”
Hazel had pinched her wrist twice to wake from this bonkers dream surely brought on by her mom’s boring speech, but even as she pinched herself a third time, the bimbo girl got into the lap of her bimbo mom and they got it on dirtier than a couple of drunks in a dive-bar. The mother threw her arms around her daughter’s waist, groping her tight little bubble butt as their breasts mushed tighter and tighter together until they were bumping implants at their chin. The daughter meanwhile was cupping her mother’s face like the most precious of holy chalices and dipping her tongue inside to swap tongues with the sloppiest of slurps, copious amounts of spit dripping down into their mashed breasts as the daughter grinded away on mommy’s lap.
The cheers reemerged at the sight, hooting and hollering until more at the other tables joined in the lecherous kissing that boomed in the room like the most luxurious of lesbian orgies. Moms who were just clinking tea cups were now swapping Earl Grey flavoured kisses, pulling their dresses down for their adult daughters to suckle at their enormous busts that nearly touched their knees. Daughters would kiss down their slowly stripping mothers, lapping at their skin like pussies at milk until they got to the honey pot between the thighs.
“W-Wha- W-Who-?” Abby was visibly trembling, not letting go of her daughter as there were cries for ‘their candidate’ to join in biting the ‘forbidden fruit’ as visibly panties were starting to come off under these ladies’ dresses. Hazel herself was just as frozen, but was looking a little less horrified than her mother.
G-Goddamn… Looks like these f-freaks had their own daughters on the menu for this afternoon tea! Is this what happens at all country clubs? F-Fuck, I knew the ruling class was a fuck but… Jesus that girl has her mom sucking clit like a silly straw and… Oh god… it’s the cake we were all eating, wasn’t it? T-They put some female-viagra in that and-and… M-Me and mom are going to have to fuck, aren’t we!?
Just as Hazel found herself rubbing her thighs tight together in abject horror, Delia came over like swooping plane, hissing in that tone that only anyone within a foot of her could hear. “Abby. Look at me.” She gripped her mom’s cheeks, making Abby purse her collagen lips until they reached doughnut-size and pointed at her. “I’m here with you. I think this is insane as well but…” She pulled out a check and made sure both women could see how many zeros were on it.
“FIVE-HUNDRED THOUS-” That was all Hazel could get out before a finger was launched on her still spit-soaked lips.
“I just got this back stage.” Delia continued. “And I was told that there was a lot more where that came from if we just give them a showing that we’re on the same side…”
”W-What are you saying?” Abby hissed back with her artificially whitened teeth back.
“I’m saying…” Delia sighed. “We win this election and arrest every one of these sickos in the room, but until then, we play ball.” She saw her candidate get wider eyes with hesitancy and she went full ‘campaign manager quiet rage’ on her. “Look, Miss Blimp Tits! Do you really fucking think that LGB-Tiffany or freaking Iva Ghoulson would take this group down if we refuse!? If we don’t take this endorsement, I can tell they’ll go to another candidate and we’ll be left in the dust! And then? Who’s going to bring them to justice? Not your giant butt that’s for sure! So what will it be!? Just a little tongue with your fucking weird daughter who’s giving you the fuck-eyes right now or letting these mothers do the same consequence free from here to eternity!?” She stepped back and finally spat out a little louder. “Your choice!”
“I’m not giving the f-fuck-eyes…” Hazel grumbled out gripping her arm and trying to steady her frantic heart and brain swirling with hormones.
Mom wouldn’t m-make out with me! I-It’s too far. She’s found Jesus and-
“She’s right.” Her mom popped her daughter’s delusions with her own teeth-gritted sigh. “Darn it, Hazel. I’ll just do this once and we’ll never speak of it again! I know it’s… revolting, but I know from my former career that’s it’s just another type of performance, like a-acting!”
Hazel could hear her mother’s pleading, knowing full well that she was expecting a ‘Hazel-trademarked’ tantrum-storm that would sink her campaign, but Hazel found her heart skip a beat as her mouth again moved by itself. “W-Well I guess if it’s for the… g-good of the city.” She hadn’t had a civic-minded thought in her life but now… “M-Maybe we could make-out for a bit and… you know, if we start touching butts that, you know, just happens and-” She finally got a hand over her rebellions mouth and started a criminal trial for it in her brain.
I swear I’m cutting you off with a pair of rusty scissors when I get home! I-I’ll make you kiss something disgusting… like mom’s big sweaty ass! Y-yeah, that will show my running mouth!
“L-Ladies…” Abby leaned back into the microphone, trying to get a hall’s attention in the throes of an orgy which had three generations of proper ladies in various states of undress and licking furiously. “I-I’m sorry if my first… kiss wasn’t satisfactory, but we’re just getting... -ugh w-warmed up!”
“Less talking and more fuckin’!” That same outbursting teen shouted back with her legs out wide, her mom’s head not visible as it was firmly wedged under her dress and between her thighs.
“H-Here we go…” Hazel heard her mother utter out through her nervous lips, but it was her daughter who was hyperventilating.
No! Resist! Scream! Fight! Do SOMETHING! Or else…
*Mmmm…. Lllluuungggghhh~!*
Her mom’s shockingly fat tongue bulldozed its way through her daughter’s clenched lips, though, frankly, they weren’t offering that much resistance. The slippery thing wiggled its way through with just the hottest spit to smear on the inside of her cheek, her saliva thick with the smell of her mom’s favourite mint gum. Her eyes involuntarily rolled back up, suckling fat drops of her mom’s aroused spittle as her knees clacked against each other. It was just that her mom was such a good kisser! Her tongue didn’t even seem human with the twists and wiggling it was doing inside her mouth.
God my mom is really giving it! It’s not just so wet and hot but so loud too!
*Slllllrrrrp Slllllrrrrp*
The microphone was picking up the sloppiest slurps and their frenching became the soundtrack to this most unholy hall of hedonism, hips grinding to the sound of Abby’s thick slathering of moaning. The second Hazel gathered the sense to push the tongue back though, not so much resisting but just to prove she wouldn’t take this passively, she found her tip actually nipped gently, getting her tongue yanked from her mouth not unlike a robin with a worm, and before she could moan in shock, her mom was actually wrapping her lips around it and sucking it down!
J-Jesus… Is she trying deep-throat my tongue? T-That’s…. Ugh… so lewd and rude and I’m strangely loving it! But why? This is way more than I expected and- Wait… Maybe her ‘porn-star instincts’ have kicked in or something?
*Mwwwwwaaaaaahhhh~!*
After what felt like seven minutes in heaven, Hazel near fell to the floor when her mom let go and returned to the lectern, panting into the microphone. “Was that…” She gulped again. “…G-Good enough?”
A rousing cheer for - as Hazel would put it - in-fucking-cest echoed out in this psychotic tea-party, a clapping Mrs. Black coming over and putting her hand on the gasping mother’s back. “Most excellent, Mrs. Kapelusznik, we knew it had it in you! To say that we’ve followed your entire body of work would be an understatement after all.” Again she gave that creepy smile while biting her thumbnail. “And your daughter is just so darling, being shy like that.”
Shy?!
Some reason, through the utter haze of lust and insanity clouding her mind, she heard that word above all, making her eyes narrow.
Is this another place where I’m going to get upstaged by my porn mom!? Hell no! If everything is permitted here, than I’m going to make ‘Mrs. Future Mayor’ look like the shy one! Hell, I’ll make sure that this is one scandal she can’t bat her eyelashes to get away from!
While her panting mom was trying her best to wrap everything up, Hazel instead stepped behind her and glanced upon her outrageous hourglass form standing in that flowery tea-dress that made her look like a ‘proper lady’. Without hesitation, she flipped up her flowery dress right properly over that rear in a fashion which would make a bratty little kіd proud and beheld the bare mountains that laid below. Her mom’s ass was entirely too huge for most seats, but just perfect sized for all the perverted things in her mind, and frankly, Hazel couldn’t even hide her wild eyes nor drool as she saw the badonka-donk which was the centre of the wet-dreams of half the boys in school. Without wasting anymore time, she ignored her mother’s yelps of panic and yanked those panties good and down those thunder thighs to see the entirety of the ass which once one ‘Best Supporting Booty’ at the Alternative Adult Awards in 93’!
“H-Honey?” Her mother gave a nervous laugh, obviously not sure what to say when the constituents in the room were cheering her daughter on. “W-What are you doing?”
Showing the world who the shy one is!
”I-I’m going to… m-make out with your ass!” Hazel mumbled out for no one else to hear, already mindlessly rubbing the growing moist spot on her yellow dress.
“What?!” Her mother tried to adjust her dress, but Hazel wouldn’t let go, actually ripping the surprisingly fragile fibre like a finish ribbon and ensuring that no pair of eyes in the room could miss that fat jiggly range of rump. In fact, in her attempts to use the remained cloth of her dress to cover up for who she thought were her constituents, she tore her dress further and caused her immense cleavage to bounce free, spilling out to the lectern and covering the notes she’d had prepared.
“I said I’m going to make out with your ass! M-OOOOOM~!” Hazel cried out and elicited a roar of support from the hall.
“Thata girl!”
”A real example for my daughter!”
“What a champ!”
“Apollyonia will be pleased…”
Hazel, feeling her body burn with tingles that she simply couldn’t be sure whether it was from the tainted cake or the cheers of the crowd, wouldn’t be constrained by her own dress anymore. The precious lemon dress that cost near a grand dropped into a unsightly pile at her ankles, liberating her gorgeous alabaster skin for the first time in what felt like forever before she kicked her chains to the side to further cheers. She posed with hands on hips as she felt the horny gaze of every woman gulp her nubiles skin and positively tanned in their attention. They clearly wanted a piece of her like the cake they’d all gobbled down, and maybe it was the mind-numbing arousal throbbing out from her crotch like gamma radiation, but she was starting to consider letting these hungry ladies have a chunk.
You know…? Maybe these crazy ladies aren’t so bad! They seem just as eager as me to throw off this crazy Christian shit as much as me, and compared to them, my mama-lust is tame! But let’s not kіd ourselves, I’m mainly doing this for that precious look on mom’s face!
She then reached forward and smacked her mom’s ass as hard as she could, the rippling and slap echoing for all the enjoy before she stuck her head in closer. Inspecting this somehow cellulite-free bandonka-donk, she sunk both hands deep into such suple cheeks, such warm flesh sucking her in pizza dough and she decided right there that she was going to knead these doughy pile of chub and fat-grafting like a true Italian, making them clap like all those clips she’d been forced to watch from her mom’s former career.
“*Nnnnngh~!” Abby grunted and groaned under her daughter’s most unsubtle of gropings, all but giving up on covering up her famous ex-porn star ass to grit her teeth right at a lecherously leering Mrs. Black. “S-Something was in that cake you guys gave us, w-wasn’t it?” Obviously both Kapelusznik women knew of the cake’s influence, but that didn’t stop the mama from bending over all the more and actually spreading her ass cheeks wide, her panting and sweating becoming frantic as she could hardly keep her trembling hands from out of her dripping cunt all so exposed for her daughter. “I-I can’t… stop… myself…!”
“Yes~” Mrs. Black seemed to climax from that syllable, she too slipping from her dress to match the current outfit of Hazel with equally beautiful pale skin, even having freckles which matched her cheeks on her bubbly behind. “It’s in the cakes, the tea and even it’s running through the air-conditioning of this room! It’s called ‘Apollyonia Essence’ and it releases the beautifully corrupting elements within every mortal no matter their denomination. It’s one of the many benefits of becoming a member of our organization, you know? Why don’t you have a concentrated dose, Mrs. Kapelusznik?”
Hazel barely heard the conversation happening only a foot higher from her eyeline, as she was too busy getting on her knees to satisfy the cries from the audience to kiss her mother’s asshole like her future husband. She licked her lips, seeing her mother’s asshole pulse aroused like she’d never seen an orifice, almost like it was self-lubricating with juices and inviting her to come hither with a wink.
God just imagine how many bareback fucks she’s had up there. Apple Luvsdix was an anal addict, right? And I’m just going to launch my face between and prove who’s the shy one here! I bet mom will be begging for mercy in humiliation and edging to an orgasm with my skilful tonguing! And then-
”URGH~!” Hazel was just starting to lean in, not having paid attention to the sound of spraying perfume while building up her confidence, but suddenly her mom’s possessed hands came around her skull, her fingernails digging in deep before launching that head forward between those ass cheeks, finding her tongue diving right inside before she even knew what was happening.
I can’t breathe! I-I can’t…. Mmmm… Fuck.. .This is so nasty I can’t… Stop… licking…
Her tongue convulsed as her eyes closed tight, unable to pull her face free as her mom put more and more weight on her face like her body was a stool, making out with that ass so good and complete that she was losing sense of time. Frankly, she could sit there forever as long as she could diddle herself silly, seemingly getting some kind of chemical brain high from just this position that rivaled any club drugs she’d ever done.
I’m licking the sweaty asshole of my own mom… And I’m loving it? God… I’m such a disgusting pig, lower than even my mom’s fat ass and I’m building to the greatest orgasm of my life! This is the kind chaotic sinfulness I’ve always wanted! P-Probably should break for air soon, but I just can’t-
“*Ksssaaahh~!*” She finally found herself ripped back by the dark hair quite roughly, embrace the harsh lights from the ceiling and the grinning faces of many in the room, including Mrs. Black holding a dark bottle bubbling with red liquid. “Sorry, Hazel, we saw you were having fun there but… Wouldn’t you like something to drink with all that cake?”
Hazel only registered for half a second her mother naked on the floor in a submissive kowtowed position which had her big chest squished into the carpeting along with her knees and face, her ass jutting up and outwards like a proper range of high hills with her saliva dripping asshole and pussy dribbling down soaked to the brown bristles on the floor. Without even processing what would make her mother get into such a position, the bottle was poured out down valley-sized ass crack with whatever pungent red wine was thrashing through like a river and making Hazel forget anything else but her all-consuming lust for hedonism.
“Take a sip and embrace your destiny ladies.” Mrs. Black put the cork back on the bottle and again bit her thumbnail. “The more depraved you act, the better you’ll feel! We need more ‘sacrifices of purity’ after all…”
This was naturally moving into the ‘ass of madness’ territory, smelling not only the intoxicating aroma of bubbling juices all over her own mother’s backside, but also a chant started out in the room.
“C' surrender c' bthnkk l' r'luhhor.
c' corrupt nilgh'ri llll r'luhhor.
nilgh'ri vulgtmah r'luhhor Iiahe f' c' ephaina'ah'ehye.
c' na'ah'ehye hup unchastity ot c' lloigg ng bthnkk”
Hazel hesitated no longer, lapping up the entirety of her mom’s ass as her mother gasped for more. Perhaps for others, seeing their mother, who was a politician running for office, subdued while getting poured on by unholy wine with accompanied cantations that chilled the very soul, would be properly freaked out. But Hazel?
These guys are awesome! Hail satan or whoever they worship if I don’t have to follow my mom’s dumb rules! Give me wine, give me freedom and give me this ass~!
She was barely cognizant when she went back bobbing for asshole with her hands tied up at diddling her crotch, but she vaguely picked up some words of Mrs. Black talking to her mother.
“Yes… We have plans for you and your daughter as this lust will never settle now that you’ve had a taste. Your desire to sin will only grow.” She actually physically sat her butt on her mother’s back, using this mayoral candidate as nothing more than a convenient sweaty seat. “But if you want to get far in our… congregation, this will just be the start. Not only for you, but your family and your future career. We’ll get you to the White House yet, Sister Abby, but this is just the first step in proving that your proper material for our resources.” Then Hazel felt a tap on her head. “Now smile dear.”
A camera flash captured her ass-drunk love for her mother, eyes rolled back where her pupils were barely visible, heavy drool just cascading from her mouth and nostrils, clumps of sweaty dark hair tangled at her ears and just the stiffest nipples as her mother gave out another moan from the deep analingus.
Whatever this organizations true goals were, there was certainly no going back now with that damning evidence. “This should keep you close to Apollyonia’s bosom for a good long while. You flourish with us or we drown you both as disgusting sinners in the public press. Isn’t that right, Delia?”
“Yes, Sister Black.” Delia put the camera down, having herself stripped down before kissing the redhead organizer passionately. “This little slut and her mother will be us for a good long while…”
And Hazel couldn’t be happier.
“Ahhhh~! Hail whatever the fuck this Apollyonia is!”
But as the ‘show’ of ‘mother-daughter’ love continued, what were this Apollyonia Club’s plans for the rest of Fillerton?
Thu Oct 29 08:49:42 2020
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