As you felt your mother run your/her hands through her hair as she brushed her long locks out from her tops neckline, Stacy suggested that they finish off their relaxing day with some drinks out at the clubs. Mary paused unsure but Emma brought up the idea of inviting Jack to join them and so your mother quickly agreed. It had been a long time since she had gotten to go out with her husband and as far as she knew, both her daughters could look after themselves now. She was of course unaware that she could be bringing one of her daughters along with her.
Adding some make up to her face, you watched helpless, with one eye as your mother applied eye shadow over your eye, hiding it even more and causing it to burn with a stinging sensation as the powdery substance bonded to your open eye. She then did the same to the other eye, so now even when her eyes were closed, it was like looking through a heavily tinted window with stinging eyes. Next you tasted the strawberry lip gloss your mother loved so much being smeared over your shared lips. You knew your father had been mixed up for that in the past, a hot summer that had kept his body liquid inside the glass container that reflected all the heat onto him. It had taken months for your dad to regrow his mass when he was finally discovered.
You wondered to yourself how much mass you would need to lose to escape this situation, bonded to your mothers own body by a horrific beauty treatment. You almost didn't care if you ended up an inch tall for months, if it got you out of sharing this kind of unwanted intimacy with your mother. Of course, when and how you would escape was something out of your reach for now, all you could do was feel your body being puppeted by your mothers as she headed home to grab your father and get changed into something suitable for clubbing.
It wasn't long before you felt yourself sliding into a little black dress, your feet slipping into some strappy heels and felt your lips and tongue move as your mother chatted excitedly to your father. She had explained to your sister that they would be out late tonight and that she was to look after you when you got home. Your mother had no idea what had happened to you, but years of dealing with your father's mishaps had led her to believe it all worked out in the end. Of course Patty had no idea you were in the room with them all and just agreed to look out for you before she told your parents to enjoy themselves.
When your parents got to the club, meeting up with Stacy and Emma outside, you could already hear the thumping of the music, as well as feel the bass through the floor. You knew it would be loud inside but your body was not your own for the moment, so you could only hope your mother didn't deafen you. Turns out the music wasn't what you should have worried about. Stacy bought them all a few rounds of shots and you felt the alcohol hit your tongue. You experienced the burning sensation without the actual enjoyment of the alcoholic buzz. You wanted to cough, but your mother didn't need to, so you were left with the sensation. Similar to when you go to sneeze and then it fades, leaving you feeling uncomfortable.
You felt your mother move your lips, but couldn't hear what anyone was saying over the music. Your mother danced about, enjoying herself as she made you dance along with her. Now and then more alcoholic drinks poured over your tongue and down your mothers throat. You felt the slight sway to her motions as the copious amounts of alcohol began to take effect.
After what felt like a week of drinking and forced dancing, you finally felt the cool night air on your skin as your mother stumbled out of the club, giggling and grabbing hold of Stacy's arm for support. Even with the echoes of the music pounding in your ears, you are glad to finally be able to hear people talking again.
"Where is Jack? Who's got my hubby?" Your mother slurred, looking around.
"Don't worry Mary, he is right here!" Emma replied, her words equally slurred as she patted her purse. "I tucked him away after both you and my wife sat on him at the bar." That got a round of laughter from the drunk women as they hailed down a taxi. You got a front row seat of how handy the three women were getting with each other as the taxi drove them all to Stacy and Emma's home. Every touch made you tingle and blush though you werent the intended target of the interaction. Every time your mother closed her eyes, you got a tinted view of the lustful, drunken expression from the other two women, it worried you for what was coming.
Sure enough, they had all barely stumbled through the door to Stacy and Emma's house, their daughters sent out for the evening in case their parents came back and wanted privacy, which they did, before Jill tasted Emma's lips pressed against hers as three hands caressed at her body through the black dress. She could see what was happening, as during the kissing Mary had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. You tried to pull away, but Mary's body did the opposite, pulling into the embraces, the womens bodies interlocking as they slowly stumbled their way up the stairs to the master bedroom.
It wasn't long before the extremely horny and clearly severely drunk woman were stripped to their lingerie, kneeling on the bed facing each other. Emma paused and giggled, reaching down and pulling something out of her purse.
"It's not fair if he can't have some fun too!" She said as she revealed your fathers malformed body. Rather than let him reform however, Stacy snatched him from her wife and began expertly shaping him. She pulled his clothes off, tossing them aside, where they slid out of sight down the side of the bed. Then she found his tongue and his excited area, before stretching and shaping both out. It was clear how drunk Mary was that she didn't object, just giggled, watching Stacy shape the gummy, her brain not putting 1+1 together in its horny state. Stacy pulled out a bike pump and stuck the needle into Jack, inflating his tongue and lower body until he resembled a novelty double ended dildo. Stacy reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a little bottle of Beta4, spraying him with it so he would hold his shape during their fun.
The final step was for her to attach him to the belt like device and hand it to Mary. You felt your hands grip hold onto something, pulling it around yourself and something slip inside you, making you and your mother gasp in sync. As her eyes closed and her head lowered, you saw what looked like a strap on attached around your waist. You guessed it was double ended given how it was filling your mothers body before Stacy and Emma grabbed her arms and pulled you both close.
Over the next hour, each of you got sweaty, hands reached all sorts of places and there was a lot of shuddering orgasms. You really wish you weren't part of the activity, but sadly it wasn't the first time you had been a part of things like this, though usually stuck on someones ass or as a sex toy. Never before feeling the motions of body on body.
After they had worn themselves out, they collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs, a hand gently stroking their fingertips back and forth on the small of your back as they drifted off into content sleep...
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