My mind was racing and Sara could possibly hear my brain churning over with the desire I craved, 'Four years Mother', she quietly whispered, adding, '...o get it, no one will blame you'.If I was trying to hide my own rising libido, I was failing miserably, my voice felt thick, like treacle, my palms were sweaty, and my slumbering pussy, so long dormant, screamed for that cock being teased in front of our watching eyes, 'Fucking hell Sara it like a male strip show', I know she was my daughter,. Behind me two more black tentacles emerged from the mirror, dripping slime.These tentacles were not as thick as the first, coming in at only two inches in diameter. The two new appendages twisted through the air, aiming for my arms. There was no way that I could fend them off as that would require me to stop pushing my body away from the thicker tentacle.The tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and pulled at my arms. Even though I was fighting with everything that I had, I felt my. Then she closes her eyes and leans back into the remains of her three-form, as she imagines fucking someone with her new gift. A smile spreads across her face as she feels her arousal increase. She remembers the feeling of one of these in her ass and unconsciously spreads her legs open wide.Her hand goes to her lips and she licks and sucks the tips of her fingers, knowing that the taste will soon change and she will love their new smell. Her hand then slips down to her ass cheeks and she. ' She turned to face the wash basin and the large mirror and her husband stood behind her and raised her skirt. Not only was she not wearing nylons or tights she wasn't wearing any panties either. I realised that he was still filming her. I dropped my trousers and underpants and my rock hard cock sprang to attention. I moved up behind her and felt her pussy and eased a finger inside her. Her husband ordered me, 'Don't play with her just fuck the slut.' I moved my hand and slid my cock in her.