Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 2 – Mommy’s Gift by SKOLL

A literotic sexstories: Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 2 – Mommy’s Gift by SKOLL ,

I use supernatural powers to possess and control a husband, wife, and daughter in their home to get sick and extreme vengeance. Older story, 9-parts, all smut, each chapter more extreme with more kinks. Ridiculous shock horror fantasy. Don’t take it too seriously.

In this one, I possess the wife and bind the daughter to the bed, forcing her into intense mother-daughter incest.

Don’t start here! Start at chapter 1!

Just reuploading this old series with some edits.

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Rape

-Incest

-Bondage

-Armpit fetish

-A bit of farting

-Foot licking

-Squirting

-Gross taste from used panties

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Chapter 2 – Mommy’s Gift

After entering the home of a wealthy family who ruined my life, I’ve been preparing them for a night of Christmas fun. I have the ability to possess their bodies, taking the father and playing around in bed with the wife. I had him buy some fun toys for us for Christmas, and then walked him down the street for a while, giving me time alone with their spoiled little 18 year old daughter. Now I continue my night of festivities.

I fly down the hall and enter the master bedroom. I can hear Ella’s voice, muffled and faint, but still noticeable. As I reach Grace’s bed, she is stirring and lifting her head from hearing Ella. But just in time, I enter her and take over.

Inside Grace’s body. Another fascinating experience. Not nearly as comfortable and strong and stable as Kadir. Not tiny and delicate and weightless like Ella. Kind of uncomfortable, a bit crampy, tired, achy, and much weaker than the body I used to have. But this bed again, so cozy. I don’t want to leave the warmth, but I whip off the covers and stand. God women really do get colder. The air is freezing in here.

I awkwardly walk around the dark room, then go to the master bathroom and flip on the light. I’m in an excessively large bathroom, with pristine white tile, marble counters, a gigantic jacuzzi tub, a separate standing shower, the toilet even inside it’s own little closet-sized room. Jesus these people live different.

I head to the huge mirror over the double sinks. There she is, Grace in all her beauty. Middle of the night, no makeup, disheveled chin length wavy blonde and brown hair, slight bags under her eyes. And yet gorgeous. Tight white tank top showing her loose breasts beneath, hanging naturally, sagging slightly but only because she’s slightly on the bigger side, and full of milk. Nipples clearly pronounced, poking at the fabric. Her gray little shorts showing her entire length of long legs and thighs.

I inspect every angle of her in the mirror, without taking off clothes, trying to save that for later. I make her make faces in the mirror, inspect her nose and eyes and teeth up close. She can’t stop me, I’m in complete control as I violate her privacy. I talk quietly out loud as I do this, so I can hear and feel her voice coming from me. Strange. I laugh, very strange.

I reach down and grab tits, squeezing, feeling her up while learning what it feels like to have breasts and be felt up. Incredible. They’re perfect, full and motherly, but not too much, not sagging. It does feel pretty good honestly. And fun. I could play with her boobs for hours.

I continue exploring a bit, but still trying to save some for later. I reach down under shorts, no underwear, smooth skin, a bit of short trimmed pubes, again so strange to have almost nothing down there. When you’re a man, you expect penis and balls right within reach. But as a woman, nothing. I reach down lower to her folds. God its soaking wet, probably all from me turning myself on. Wow it’s like grool, slimy. I swirl around the lips and clit. A bit of a tingle, I get a shiver. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation than a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds.

I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really, this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly, savoring the moment, playing around with the movement, pushing as deep as I can, then out. Holy fuck I could do this all night. But I need to get moving.

I pull out and bring the fingers to my nose and inhale. Lord Jesus the scent is unreal. Musky and pungent, but sweet and feminine. I suck on the finger and taste her. Wow, so sweet, a bit sour, surprisingly thick and viscous. I’ll need more of this for sure.

Before leaving, I drink as much water as I can.

I leave the light on to give the bedroom some dim lighting, then head over to the bed, setting up some of the restraints I bought. Bars, straps, attachments. Everything detachable to make things easier. Plenty to work with. I didn’t shy away from really spending Kadir’s money.

Some go under the mattress, some attach to the four-poster-bed. Each corner of the massive bed has a vertical post going up toward the ceiling. Fancy beautiful black iron with twists and floral embellishments. At the top of each post, similar bars run horizontally, connecting the tops of each. The space between is completely open, no roof or canopy, just an open view to the ceiling above. Curtains drape down the sides from the horizontal beams, but are currently pulled all the way back out of the way. It’s incredibly sturdy, and the bars are perfect for strapping and hanging things.

I hear more and more muffled screams, not loud, but she could wake the baby if I’m not careful. So I finish setting up, grab some scissors, and rush over to Ella’s room.

“Shhh, shhhh,” I try to calm her as I enter. “Its ok baby, come here, let’s go with mommy.” I cut the zip tie connected to the bed, but leave the other tie and the gag on her mouth. She looks confused, tears in her poor little hazel eyes. The gag forcing her mouth into an always-shocked expression.

I grab a handful of her little ass to distract her. I say in a sweet baby voice, “Now listen to mommy, you need to come with me, stop your whining you little cunt”. Grace’s voice saying it is so satisfying. The pussy between my legs drips a bit down my thigh. I glance down to watch it trickle a bit out from my shorts and down my leg. God damn.

Ella is smaller than me, and easy to handle. Though she’s 18, she never really grew up. She’s petite, baby-faced, and naive. I pull her out of her room, down the hall, and into the master bedroom. The look of shock never leaving her face, but her ever-serious thick eyebrows furrow even more when she sees all the setup around the bed. She muffles something at me, worried and confused.

“Its ok you little fucking sex slave. Mommy has to do some things with you, and you need to do exactly what mommy says. Ok?” I shut the door behind us. Its thick and seals well, and we’re far enough away from the baby’s room down the hall. I think we’re good no matter how much noise we make.

I coax Ella into getting on the bed. She’s so confused she doesn’t even complain or struggle. I lay her in the middle of the bed and begin fastening her ankles with straps coming from under the mattress. Cuffs that buckle easily around her ankles to keep her legs stretched toward the bottom two corners of the bed. I cut the zip tie off her wrists and quickly replace them with cuffs too, stretching out her arms the same way, toward the upper two corners of the bed. The cuffs of the restraints are detachable, so you can keep them on her wrists and ankles, detach from the bed straps, move them to another location, and attach her wrists and ankles wherever you want.

She keeps muffling things and her eyes are teared up. She’s fully spread eagle in the center of the bed, limbs stretched toward all four corners as far as they go. Soft, light pink pajamas, snowflake pattern on them, so pure. For now.

“There, we’re all done. Now we have some time before daddy gets back, so you’re gonna make mommy cum on your face, ok baby?” I don’t wait for a response.

I crawl on top of her as she mumbles and begins struggling at the straps. Straddling her in cowgirl position, I sit my full weight on her. I begin slowly grinding my hips, pressing my vagina into her crotch through both our clothes. “Mmm doesn’t that feel good, baby? Mommy’s rubbing her pussy on yours.”

I get down on my elbows over her. My tits hang loose in my shirt, brushing against her face. I press them down, smothering her a bit, grinding and gyrating the whole time. Rubbing our bodies together.

I’m still not used to any of the smells in the room. Usually, you don’t notice your own scent, but I’m not myself, so it’s all so fascinating and new. So erotic, all the fresh, feminine smells of soaps and lotions and clean clothes and sheets all starting to rub against one another.

I slide lower and give her kisses all over her face. Her wide open mouth and puckered lips, stretched around the strip of cloth gagging her. Then down to her cute neck. Talking baby-talk to her the whole time. I inhale her little girly scent from her neck and hair, fresh and warm.

I move down lower, still grinding my pussy, this time on her thigh. I shove my face, my nose, straight into her armpit, rubbing my face around, breathing in deeply. No scent of sweat, hardly anything at all except fruity soap, fresh from bathing recently, such warmth. My pussy is throbbing, plastered to the inside of my shorts.

I lift up a bit to look down at my crotch. A wet spot makes the gray sweatpant fabric dark. Stuck so tight to my pussy, it actually clearly outlines the shape, the puffiness, the lips, the crease down the center. I inadvertently moan in excitement, and hearing the sound of Grace moaning actually turns me on more. “Look Ellie-baby, you made me so wet.”

I crawl upward and place my crotch directly over Ella’s teary eyes, runny nose, stretched mouth. She closes her eyes tight and tries to turn away, but I grab her by the head with both hands to center her face under my pussy as I lower it down. I grind front to back across her entire face as she squeals and mumbles. It feels so good, my heart races, my breathing heavy. “It’s ok. Shhhhh baby just take it on your pretty face.” Always talking to her in a sweet motherly baby voice. She lets out a muffled sob beneath me.

“No, don’t cry, your nose makes mommy’s pussy feel so good.” I try not to hurt her, rubbing faster and faster, her little nose and the tightly stretched lips with a gag in them creating some nice bumps to grind on.

She moans and squeals, so I plant down hard over the gag in her mouth, feeling the vibration from her voice, the heat of her breath. “God this feels fucking amazing, baby”. She quiets down so I start humping front to back again, holding her head steady beneath me the whole time.

I need more so I roll off and find a black vibrator face strap-on from the supplies I bought earlier. I return and stand directly over her head, my back to her body, staring at her hazel eyes beneath me. I start to strip out of my shorts, tight and plastered to my crotch. I hold up the wet spot to my nose and inhale the sharp scent of Grace’s pussy juice. I shiver in excitement, knees buckling a bit.

“Here Ella, smell this, smell mommy’s cunt juice,” I lower down and shove the wet shorts to her nose as she struggles. “Awww its not that bad, is it?” I laugh. I rub them around her nose, digging in her nostrils a bit, out and across her cheek, then over her forehead, leaving a slight trail of wetness across her face, as if a snail had crawled all over her.

I toss the shorts and quickly strap the dildo around her little head. It covers the gag in her mouth. It’s a bad fit, but it’ll do. Black, dick-shaped vibrator, black leather straps. Her innocent little face looks so wrong with such sinful, adult things strapped to it.

I turn around to 69 position over her head, lower down, “Look baby, this is where you came from, I squeezed you out of this pussy when you were a baby. Do you like it?” I wiggle a bit, then guide the dildo into Grace’s pussy hole. It practically sucks it in, sliding effortlessly, the pussy begging for it.

“Oh fuck Ella! Oh my fucking god, this is what it feels like??” I slide all the way down, loving every inch more and more. Bottomed out, I pause to fully take in the feeling. I feel myself molding to its shape, a perfect fit, like it’s meant to be there, my pussy throbbing around it.

Ella’s nose is an inch away from Grace’s asshole, I realize. I spread my cheeks. I baby-talk some more, “Ella baby, hows it look under there, hows your mommy’s asshole look?” I grind in circles a bit, most of my weight pressed down on the poor little girl’s helpless face as she squeals muffled complaints into a dildo strapped to her mouth buried in her mother’s sopping pussy, with nothing to see but her mother’s ass.

I grunt, it takes a minute, I press and strain, and finally I’m able to force Grace to toot a tiny wet fart directly into her daughter’s waiting nostrils. I laugh, the situation so unbelievable and wrong. Her mouth unable to breathe, she must sniff in through her nose. She squirms and whimpers helplessly.

I lift up, sliding up the dildo, a sticky sound as my pussy releases a bit of the cock. Then I slam down, hopefully not enough to hurt the poor girl. She gives a muffled scream but she sounds unhurt. Again, slide up, and straight down onto her face below. My ass cheeks lightly patting her face. She keeps moving around, so I have to hold her head, which makes it difficult but also makes more motion and sensations. Up and down I thrust over and over.

This feeling is great, but I need to turn things up, so I reach down and find the switch on the dildo, and holy shit the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I immediately realize that while Grace seems sturdy and very used to fucking, she’s also really sensitive. It’s almost painful. Clearly she never does this.

I start bucking and shaking, almost losing my grip on the struggling girl beneath me. “Fucking stop moving, Ella!” I yell in a firm tone, and I slap her face lightly to try to subdue her.

I thrust up and down, my head going fuzzy from the insane feeling coming over me. Sloshing sounds from my wet pussy. Pattering sounds from the vibrations rapidly bouncing off of flesh around the dildo. I look down between my legs and see a bit of white cream around the base of the dildo, leaking and foaming from my cunt.

Ella still struggles, so I discipline her harder, reaching forward, aiming between her legs, and slapping my hand down hard onto her pussy beneath her pants. “Mommy said no!” She shrieks but stops moving.

I collapse forward, letting go of her head, in 69 position on her. My upper body mostly laying down on the bed in the space between her legs, continuing to thrust my ass up and down. Twerking Grace’s perfect, thick cheeks onto her daughters face. Ella lets it happen now. Slosh, slosh, slosh!

“I’m getting close baby, just stay still a bit longer and I promise we’ll be done. Oh fuck, it feels so good!”

I look to my right and see one of her little bare feet right in front of me. That dusky almond skin tone, little painted blue toenails. I slide my face close and inspect it, still humping my ass up and down. Her feet seem surprisingly clean, like perfect. They must really make her practice great hygiene. So cute and soft. I touch it to my nose and smell. Soapy, perfectly clean. I lick her toes, and she squirms. “Baby’s ticklish? Awww,” I lick some more, her arch, then down her heel. I stick her big toe in my mouth and suck. I’m usually not into feet since they’re so gross, but this is so soft and flawless. Just the right amount of grossness, the taboo of it turning me on. I suck and swirl my tongue around her little toes, thrusting my ass up and down faster and faster.

I moan, her toes in my mouth. Humping, twerking on her face. Splat splat splat, the sounds we make are so disgusting and hot.

I feel like a volcano about to erupt, the heat around my pussy so intense, everything going hazy, my mind doesn’t work. BRRRRRR the vibrator churning my insides. I’m painfully sensitive to it, but I keep forcing myself up and down, getting closer and closer. My mouth full of spit as I just keep thrusting my tongue in and out between two toes. SplatSplatSplatSplatSplat! I’m humping as fast as I can, my ass cheeks a constant wave of motion lightly patting her face under there. I almost feel like I have to pee, but different. It’s a more intense build-up than men get, a full-body experience.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan on her spit-soaked toes as I feel it. I’m cumming, making Grace cum on her daughter’s face, fucking hell. I release her toes from my mouth as my head flies back against my will. I yell out, all the spit that built up in my mouth leaving her foot soaked, pouring down my chin as I moan a guttural, animalistic, womanly sound.

I lift up off of the vibrator, not able to leave it in any longer. And I gush. Squirt shoots out like a jet onto Ella’s face and hair, then another jet, then a third, splattering down onto skin and sheets. My body trembles and shakes through the intense orgasm. Moans coming out of my mouth against my control.

I collapse flat onto Ella’s chest, my legs splayed out like a frog, my upper body still lying flat out on the bed between her legs. I tremble, my breathing heavy, my mind a fog. I dribble from my pussy onto the chest of Ella’s long sleeve jammies.

I lay like this for minutes before I start to regain my senses. Still shaking. I realize how much I’m sweating. So much for being so clean from the shower.

That was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It just doesn’t even compare to being a man. I’m exhausted. Grace’s body completely spent, sore. And I pushed her body so hard, through such sensitivity. It felt foreign to her body. I’m sure this is the first time she’s cum this hard. Probably has no idea she can squirt. This will probably leave her extra weak and easy to work with tonight.

I lay there breathing heavily for a few more minutes before getting up. I put Grace’s shorts back on, wet stain and all. I remove the dildo and try to comfort Ella a bit.

I find a hamper of dirty laundry and begin digging. I find a few pairs of panties. A black thong. A cream yellow normal bikini style. A couple cute low-rise more full-coverage panties. Pale blue, a lacy black one. I grab the last one and shove my face into it, getting turned on again, exhausted as this body is.

God her scent is so pungent and thick. Sweat and asshole almost makes me gag, a full day’s work as a full time mom running around the house got these so worn. I notice some crusty white substance all around the crotch, and the faintest little brown streak where this was shoved up tight to her asshole all day. I shove the whole thing in my mouth, enduring the grossness, knowing that Grace herself will soon be tasting this, soaking in her mouth.

I gag myself with a t-shirt strip that I ripped up earlier, my mouth forced open wide just like Ella’s. Then I begin tying myself up with multiple zip ties to the bedpost. And I wait for Kadir to return…

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