Cursed: Rebirth of the Idol Ch. 02

"How... How can you do this to me?" Margaret cried, "I'm your mother!"

"That's what's so hot," Lisa answered with an angry grin, "It's so fucking dirty that we can't help but fuck you, mom. Knowing that your raped pussy is orgasming at the hands of your own daughters is the most perverted thing we could possibly do!"

"And we love being lesbian perverts," Leslie added. "It's addictive...Mmmmmm..."

Lisa teased, "Does Robert make you come like this? I bet he doesn't."

Lisa was playing with Margaret's pussy by rubbing her own strap-on against her sister's strap-on underneath. Margaret could feel them pressing the large phalluses against her vagina simultaneously and she panicked, fearful of what they may try to do. Her fears were confirmed seconds later when her daughter asked aloud, "Hmm... Hey Leslie, I wonder if we can both fit in mom's pussy at the same time?"

"Well, we did before!" her sister giggled, sending both into an evil laugh. Somehow her daughter's managed to get the slicked up strap-ons inside of her at the same time and Margaret cried in pain. Indeed it felt like child birth, only this time there was something deep and dark that rode under all the pain. Margaret's G-Spot was being wildly stimulated as the dildos cycled in and out of her, and the wave of pleasure from below her waist was crashing against the humiliation she was feeling above it. Margaret's shaking head became a undulating body as the biggest betraying orgasm shook the mother of the twins to her core. She collapsed, too tired to cry anymore. She could feel Leslie underneath her, their sweaty breasts sticking to one another. The toys were still deep inside her and her daughters refused her even an inch to move in order to have them dislodged.

Leslie looked up at the clock, "Hey sis, what time does our stepfather get home?"

Lisa replied, "5 o'clock. Why?"

Leslie smiled fiendishly up at her mother, "Oh, sorry mommy, that means we only have another FOUR hours to incestuously fuck you!"

The realization spread over the middle-aged woman's face as she yelled out, "Noooooooooooo!"

*

Margaret lay spent on the floor. Her hair was disheveled, her make-up wrecked, her face crusty from dried pussy juices, her vagina sore and gaping. Every muscle was spent of energy and all she could manage was to stare at the clock which read 3pm. Robert wouldn't be home for two hours, maybe more. Her daughters had tossed her to the floor and were now whispering to one another, smugly looking down at their conquered mom.

"That was the best one yet!" Leslie exhaled.

Lisa nodded in agreement. "Totally fucking awesome."

She was going to have to call the police; that's all there was to it. It didn't matter if they were her daughters, it didn't matter if the whole humiliating experience was broadcast on the internet. Margaret couldn't let this happen again, not to anyone. She only hoped that they weren't going to kill her because clearly they had lost their minds.

Lisa reached down to the unopened trunk and seconds later withdrew a metal statue of a girl masturbating. Dear God it was like the one from her dream! It couldn't be coincidence, could it? Lisa approached Margaret and lay the idol across her ribs, leaning slightly against her breast. Miranda noted that the metal was warm and pleasant against her skin.

"Wha.. Wha..." she tried to speak, but the words would not come.

"Wondering what this is, mom?" Lisa asked innocently. "It's the answer to the question you've been asking all day long. 'Why are my daughters doing this to me?' Well, your answer is coming soon."

Margaret looked up at Leslie and Lisa, who stood over her, staring at her woodenly, their naked bodies touching at the hips. For a split second they disappeared and Margaret's vision was taken up by two strange women kissing in a room filled with pillows. The image was only there for a split second, but then disappeared. It happened again; two different women fondling each other's breasts, then three women licking each other, then...

'Pussy.'----'Girls.'

'Desire.'----'Daughters.'

'Obedience.'----'Incest.'

'Lesbians.'----'Pleasure.'

The voices pounded into her her mind as dozens of images fell upon her. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Women engaged in Sapphic lust, probing each other, sucking on each other. Women from a thousand years ago. Women from her neighborhood two weeks ago.

----'You will love pussy from now on, Miranda.'

'Your daughters are ours.'----'You are ours.'

'Serve your lust.'----'Serve your daughters.'

'Serve us forever.'----

Despite the brutality Margaret suffered at the hands of her own daughters, despite the lack of strength in her body, despite the treachery of her once-sweet kids, despite it all Margaret began to masturbate. Her fingers found her wet, stretched out cunt and pushed deep inside, her body creating new found juices she did not think she would be able to make. Leslie and Lisa were kissing again, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Margaret felt her old self withering away and her new self excited at the sight of the incestuous kiss. Her own daughters were French kissing and all she could do was beg them to do more.