L'iniquité des Mères

"Caitlyn, Allie! Be careful!" Marie yelled as the three young women and their fifteen bags of clothing jostled through the front door and into the narrow foyer. 

"Sorry!" The younger girls sprinted up the staircase, eager to try on their new fall wardrobe. As her sisters disappeared, Marie set her own shopping bags down next to her suitcases by the door. She was going to hate missing her sisters' Senior year, but she had to get back to college. A little sisterly shop-till-you-drop, especially with mom's credit card, was a nice way to spend their last day together.

With a smiled and a shake of her head, Marie walked to the kitchen, where the late summer Georgia sunshine still poured through the large glass doors. Marie paused as she stared across the veranda. It had been a whirlwind of a summer, there were so many people to catch up with after her first year away that her social calendar had been packed. She decided to spend the rest of the afternoon on a chez lounge in the shade with a glass of sweet tea, the last she may have before heading north of the Mason-Dixon line again. Before the young woman could make good on her plan, a stale odor floated through the doorway to the formal sitting room adjoining the kitchen. Pinching her nose, she went to the parlor to investigate.

"Um, excuse me?!" The intruder was a black woman of amazonian proportions, dressed in lace the color of shadows and spiderwebs. She was smoking a long cigarette behind the veil that clung to her wide-brimmed hat. "Who are you?"

"Call me Melle," she said, speaking a patios of French spiced with the scent of sugarcane fields, cold iron and revenge. 

"How... how did you get in here?"

"I let myself in," Melle turned to face the young college girl. A gray petticoat hung from her shoulders like Spanish moss, the unbuttoned front forced open by the largest breasts Marie had ever seen. The woman's corset straining Tetons jutted out and up in a way that seemed both physically and physiologically impossible. Marie blushed, her eyes slipping into the dark canyon of the stranger's cleavage.

"I'm calling the fucking cops!" Marie meant to spin around, but her muscles suddenly stiffened and refused to obey her commands.  She couldn't even turn her head to avoid the cloud of cigarette smoke slamming into her face.

"Now, this is no way to treat a guest-" Melle looked as though she was going to say more, but stopped, blue-gray smoke billowing out of her open mouth. Inhaling through her nose, she turned her ear towards the stairway and exhaled pensively. Marie felt a brief vertigo, but couldn't even lift her arms to balance herself. "Pity... I expect a much better fight from you,"

"No," Marie heard two pair of stockinged feet descend the staircase and approach the parlor. "Girls, run!"

"Why?" Caitlyn walked in the parlor zombie-like and leaned against the door frame. She was wearing a new outfit, the price tag hanging from a blouse that showed most of her young cleavage.

"I feel dizzy," Her twin followed right behind her, both eyes half-closed. Allie looked like she had been in the middle of changing when she heard the black witch's silent command, wearing her new slacks with just a powder blue Victoria Secret bra.

"Come, mes chéries," After extinguishing her cigarette in their great-grandmother's crystal candy dish, the witch removed her petticoat, revealing bare shoulders and a black, lacy corset. The undergarment embraced her hourglass body like an anaconda, lifting and squeezing her enormous assets into a broad shelf of jiggling flesh. Marie's discomfort was a mass of night crawlers squirming in her stomach.

With a snap of her fingers, the buxom black woman's skirt became a pile of pallid and inky lace around her ankles, revealing legs wrapped in ornate stockings. It was what she wasn't wearing, however, that made the three young women squirm. Marie watched the witch's fingers teasing the tight curls above her slit, and another brood of night crawlers began hatching in the folds of her brain.

The twins silently shuffled across the parlor to stand before the black woman. Marie struggled against her supernatural bonds as the mysterious invader groped her sisters, rubbing them through the crotch of their jeans.

"What are you doing to us?" Allie looked over her shoulder at her older sister. "Marie, who is this woman?"

"Girls!! Get out of here! Call the police!" Marie's words were powerless, however. Caitlyn opened her mouth, but the only sound that came out was a smoldering sigh as she squatted slightly to give the witch's hand better access.

"God, that feels so fucking...," Allie leaned forward and kissed the tops of Melle's enormous breasts. Her twin sister, meanwhile, had climbed down the witch's frame and was nibbling at her inner thigh, "...good,"

"Stop it!" Marie screamed. "You sadistic bitch!"

"Sadistic? I'm sorry you think so," Melle pouted, caressing her barrel-sized breasts with a detached ennui. Both twins crouched in front of the black woman's box, caressing her bare flesh with palms, lips and tongues. "Surely, I am not concerned only with myself,"

"Oh!" Caitlyn suddenly fell backwards, itching and scratching. "My clothes itch!"

"Ow!" Allie joined her shortly, squirming in discomfort. "Mine too!"

After desperately removing off their tops, the twins rolled onto their backs, lifted their feet into the air and threw away their pants like they had become home to a colony of fire ants. Next went their socks and bras, as the two teens shed any cloth touching their skin like it had become a home to a colony of fire ants. Watching her sisters thrashing on the floor as they peeled off their cotton panties and flung them across the mantle, Marie felt dizzy and sick.

"Very good, mes chéries," Melle grinned and lifted her arms over her head, causing her already overflowing top to nearly split open. Rising to their feet like newborn fauns, the twins stumbled forward and began undressing the witch. While Caitlyn pulled off the black woman's long, silk gloves, Allie began untying her antique corset from behind. Every inch of ebony skin that was revealed was treated to the sisters' hushed adoration, and the buxom witch moaned softly as her undergarments were finally pulled away from her naked body. Once released from her corset, Melle's enormous breasts levitated before her, falling into place, but remaining firm and high. Her bittersweet nipples were as thick and long as thumbs.

Suddenly, Marie's hands were lifted into the air as if two balloons had been tied to her wrists.  From across the room, her nude sisters uncurled their bodies from beneath Melle's feet and crawled towards her, swaying their hips as hungry as lionesses.  Allie began by removing Marie's shoes and socks, while Caitlyn stood up behind her and pulled her sister's sweater off.

"Girls, please! Snap out of it!" The oldest girl pleaded.  Caitlyn said nothing, reaching around her sister's torso and squeezing her pert apples before removing her bra.  Arms still stuck in the air and helplessly exposed in front of the magical intruder, Marie ground her molars and twitched furiously as her other sister opened her jeans, then pulled them down to her ankles. Allie looked up from between Marie's thighs confused, it seemed, by her sister's obvious lack of arousal.

"Turn around, mon chérie, show yourself off for me," Melle's voice slithered into her brain, and Marie's body unhesitatingly obeyed, pirouetting in her panties in the sun dappled parlor.  Looking desperately at Caitlyn, she saw her sister's eyes were two blank, horny glass orbs. Allie, meanwhile, smacked her older sibling's ass and ripped her underwear down to the floor.

"Très sexy," Melle lowered herself onto an heirloom chair and poured herself another glass of straight rum. When she lifted her eyebrows, the matching chair waddled across the room on its short, stubby legs, and positioned itself behind the naked young woman. The twins immediately collapsed on the couch, their legs spreading in a very unladylike fashion.

"Go to hell," Marie clenched her jaw even as she lowered herself onto the seat and spread her legs wide open. Her right hand reached down and parted her peach with two fingers.

"Been there," Melle crossed her legs and took a sip of the volatile liquor. Her eyes peered over the edge of the glass, staring at the cleft peach Marie's body was so lewdly presenting. The twins giggled and scampered to sit on the floor to either side of the witch. "Vous n'êtes pas une vierge... tell me, how many young men have tilled that field of yours?"

"None of your fucking business!" Marie growled and instantly felt herself being stretched painfully wide, like someone trying to force an invisible cucumber inside of her. "Shit! Two, two!!"

"Two?" Melle just laughed, and the unseen member forced itself deeper. Just when Marie felt she would be split apart, she felt another invisible tip begin to part her anus.

"Five!" the young woman screamed, and the offending penetrations retreated.

"Cinq? Quelle salope!" the dark witch reached down and caressed Allie's long, blond hair. "Why start being shy now?"

Marie had no venom left to spit, her ears burned and she stared at her bellybutton. She had been busy since Prom night, and she knew it. Her shame weighed her down, holding her into the chair. Across the room, Allie crinkled her nose.

"Ewww, boys are gross,"

"Yea," Caitlyn agreed, and reached out to caress her twin's upper arm. Allie smiled back and tweaked her sister's little rosy nipple, "Girls are so much better,"

Without hesitation or regret, Allie leaned over and slipped her tongue in Caitlyn's mouth. The twins' hands moved over each other's bodies with incestuous boldness, canvassing every curve and crevice of their identical bodies, familiar yet unexplored. Curling up into a ball in the antique chair's wide seat, Marie watched her little sisters make out like drunken sorority girls. Another disturbance passed through the parlor room like a ripple in a silver mirror.

"Hey!" giggling as her twin tickled her with kisses and pinches, Caitlyn looked down at her adolescent cones, the tips of which were stiff and glistening with her sister's saliva. "My titties feel funny!"

"They feel fine to me!" Allie laughed as she ambushed her from behind, groping Caitlyn's soft handfuls.

"Not like that, silly," Caitlyn arched her back, her breasts spilling out from between Allie's fingers. Marie couldn't believe her eyes, Caitlyn's breasts were growing fatter at the base, pushing her nipples out and up. Eyes darting to the lounging witch, Marie saw the black woman nodding wickedly, her left hand gliding over her own sweat slicked tits. She had lit another cigarette and her head was crowned with a halo of acrid smoke.

"Oh!"Caitlyn stood up, the weight on her chest bending her over. Her breasts had nearly tripled in size and lost their conical shape. Squealing in delight, she caressed her velveteen spheres as her back muscles tensed, pulling her and her girls upright again. Marie shivered. Her sister looked like a porno model, her impossibly large tits hanging off her scrawny frame. Once again, a brief turbulence shook the room.

Allie leaned backwards, closing her eyes as her mouth formed a small 'o'.  Squeaking like an overfilled balloon, the excited teen squeezed her breasts as they too began to swell.  Losing their conical shape and sagging towards her waist, Allie nearly fell over when she rose to her feet to join her sister.  Once again, the twins were identical.

Another reality altering wave swept through the parlor, and this time Marie felt it hit her full in the chest. The young woman felt her body spasm, and her muscles unlock. Regaining control of her limbs, Marie slammed her thighs shut and crossed her arms over her chest, but before she could make good on her escape, her legs were seized by a force from inside her own body. As her pubic hair vanished like smoke in a still room, the terrified young woman watched her lips blush and puff out.  Her button, too, pushed out from under its hood, looking more like a light switch permanently flipped up.  Although her limbs were free from the witch's immobilizing spell, all Marie could do was resist the urge to masturbate.

Her sisters, on the other hand, were putting up no resistance as their fingers explored first their own hairless slits, then each others'. Caitlyn positioned herself on all fours, her nipples hanging past her elbows. Allie knelt behind her, caressing her sister's ass before leaning in and kissing her other lips. Caitlyn rocked her hips back and pressed herself into her sister's face. Allie complied with a willing tongue, even as she pleased herself with her free hand.

As they moaned and whined at the mercy of their engorged sexes, the twin teens' gawky physiques softened. First their hips widened, then their thighs, then their lower halves became as curvaceous as their tops. Caitlyn screamed, her orgasmic tremors rippling the luxury of her body. The twins climbed on top each other, pussy-to-mouth, and coupled faster as their expanding bubble butts grew into full, womanly derrières. 

First Allie, then Caitlyn, screeched and clung to her twin as her body shook violently.  Marie turned her head, but felt delicate, invisible finger's guiding her chin back to the sweaty, incestuous sight. The girls were still trembling, having rolled off each other and onto their backs. Throwing their feet behind their ears, they began to shake, their enormous breasts bouncing simultaneously as their received a furious, invisible fucking.  Screaming in unison, the girls exploded like fountains, their eyes rolling back in their heads as their feminine fluids gushed from their pale, young bodies.

"You see how much fun this could be?" Melle voice slithered into Marie's ear. The twins smiled and stood up, stretching in post-orgasmic repose, their teenage faces disjointedly attached to porn star bodies. "The more you fight, the worse it's going to be for you...,"

"Fuck you!"

"Très bien," the witch smiled for the first time, a cobra's grin. The twins returned to their mistress' side, their pale and distorted bodies clinging to her dark skin like moths. With a subtle flick of her chin, Melle sent yet another pulse of magic across the room.

"Ngnnnnn," Marie nearly snapped the arms off the chair trying keeping them off herself. Looking down, she saw her pink cornichon peeking out between her flushed and slippery lips. She began to rub her breasts as she squeezed her legs shut. "What did we ever do to you?"

"What did you do?" Melle stood and swallowed the rest of her rum. Her dark and impossibly buxom body approached Marie like swollen thunderclouds. "Absolutely nothing, mon chérie,"

To be continued...