So, I did what any respectful daughter would do. I tucked the pix away in my shirt and snuck them up to my room. That night, I was trying not to think...about it, but I couldn't help my self. I pulled them out of my drawer and put my reading light on, laying in in bed in my panties and t-shirt, looking at my beautiful young mom putting her fingers inside Mrs. Kendall. How far did it go between them? Were they a thing before she met dad? Did he even know about them? My hand found its way down to. He waited for Vani’s reaction.Meanwhile, he could feel Vani’s breasts on his head from the top. They were heavenly soft. Vani started pressing his shoulder – gently but firmly. Karan and Vani didn’t know what was happening. To ease (really?) the tension, Karan said, “Let’s go in, the movie is getting boring now – same old horror story.” Vani nodded.Inside the room, Karan sat beside Vani who was now lying on her bed, facing him. Karan was felt as if he wanted to make something out of this. She was the reverend's wife.Now my mom and this petite futa-angel were staring at me. Mom's futa-cock thrust out from her blonde bush. Her big boobs swayed as she walked across nothing towards us. Her blue eyes smoldered with an intensity that I had never seen before.“What is this?” I demanded.“Your soul,” the futa-angel said. Her voice was sweet. She had a halo glowing over her head and small breasts. Her blonde hair contrasted her pale skin. “You're held tight by Spice. She's made you her. I was shitting myself but was saved by Rosita’s, the maid, arrival. Noticing my mother’s red eyes, from crying, she immediately began to fuss over her and I made a hasty exit.I went to my room grabbed some things and, shouting that I’d be back in the evening, I hurried out before questions could be asked. I spent the day with friends but always, in the back of my mind, was the nagging thought that I would have to come up with something to tell my Mom.I was still unsure of how I was going to.