#hypnocest

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“I’m so happy we’re finally all under the same roof at the same time!”, your mom beams. She ruffles your hair and makes a final check on the jerk chicken. “I haven’t cooked this in forever, but I know it’s your favorite,” she says to Mary-Anne, her Caribbean-accented English making the words sound exotic.

“It is, Mom. Thank you so much,” Mary-Anne smiles at her and stretches her long, slim bare feet out under the table, feeling the cold file on her soles. You fight the urge to look. After she finished college, your sister became obsessed with Mom’s culture. She doesn’t visit often, but when she does, she never wears shoes or socks inside the house. Sometimes she wears dresses, which she’s always hated. But your mom appreciates it, and despite being ultra-Conservative, Mary-Anne recognizes that it’s important to preserve a culture that Mom doesn’t see represented outside of her home, a culture she grew up with and loves.

You reach for a piece of bread, but Mary-Anne smacks your hand and glares at you. “We’re saying GRACE!”, she barks. Her voice sounds a little like Lee’s. For some reason, it really annoys you when she tries to mimic your mom’s accent, even though you know her reasons for it are well-intended. 

“Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we…”  Mary-Anne drones on, the large Catholic cross she wears bouncing a little on her chest as she breathes. She’s a complete pain in the ass, but she’s your sister, and you love her. She finally finishes, and you resume attacking the piece of bread. It’s homemade–of course. 

“This is incredible, Mom. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, sweetie,” Lee says in her wonderful accent. “So glad you like. What have you been up to this week?”

“Well, I found something online that promised to change my life.”

“Oh? That’s great! What is it?”, your mom says, nibbling her chicken.

“It’s a vial from HypnoTransform Industries. Some from Tumblr told me about it.”

Mary-Anne looks disgusted. “What, like….hypnosis…and transformation? That sounds perverted. What does your perverted vial do?”

“Well, if it worked, you’ll see in a minute.”

“What?”, your sister sputters, confused. Her bare feet swing enticingly.

“I added it to the chicken when Mom was in the bathroom about an hour ago. That’s why I’ve been sticking to the sides,” you say, grabbing another piece of bread.

“I…don’t understand?  You added something to my recipe?”, your mom gasps. She’s holding her head, rubbing her temples lightly. “I feel a little…funny…”

“What the heck did you do?”, yells Mary-Anne. She used to swear like a sailor until she found God, and  it’s difficult for her even now to not relapse, but she tries hard to limit herself to “heck” and “darn.”  Like your mom, her fingers begin to massage her scalp. “My…head…hurts…” “I made my fantasy come true, Mary-Anne,” you say quietly. “You’ve been trying so hard to be like Mom, so I thought YOU should be a filthy Island stripperwhore too.”

Both women gasp. “What the fuck yuh just say? Mi nuh a whore!”, Lee snaps. Her eyes go wide as she gets out of her chair and bends over you, her full tits in your face, as she tries to undo your pants. “What? Mi sound like a fuckin’ sketel!  Wah wrong wid me?”, she moans as she pulls your dick out. “ Holy shit!”, Lee yells, her mouth watering. “Mi had no idea yuh did suh thick!”  She drags you by the arm to her bed and throws you down. “Lift yuh legs fi mi,” she says panting, her fat ass wobbling up and down. “Yuh a guh paint mi fuckin’ feet WHITE!”

“Oh my GOD, Mom, stop!”, Mary-Anne bellows as she bursts into the room, not even caring that she took the Lord’s name in vain. “What’s WRONG with you!”  She tries to pull Lee off the bed, and it looks like she’ll win–your mom is pretty short, and Mary-Anne’s taller even than you. “Get di fuck off mi, yuh slut!”, Lee hollers. “Mi birthed dis big hood god!  Dat cock MINE!”  Her pudgy bare feet start to massage your crotch.

“How…how are…how DARE you try to take MY dick, yuh old bitch?”, your sister yells. “Yuh kno ow haad it to be churchy an shit? Mi nuh been fucked inna ages!” Her hands clamps over her mouth. “Oh shit,” she whispers. She lets Lee go–but slides next to her on the bed.

“Wah yuh doin?”, Lee asks, annoyed. Her feet knead your thickening cock as you moan.

“Mi a yuh dawta,” Mary-Anne grunts, pushing one of Lee’s feet aside. She slides her own Size 10 sole up and down your cock. “Yuh teach mi to fuckin’ share! Eff wi a guh duh dis, wi dun it togetha!”

Your cock is huge, throbbing, being rubbed by your mom on one side and your sister on the other. “Yuh like dat, baby? Yuh like turnin’ yuh fambly inna yuh own personal fuckin’ footwhores?”, Lee growls. Her hands find Mary-Anne’s tits. She kisses your sister hard, squeezing her boobs gently. Her foot pumps your dick even harder. “Mi suh fuckin’ wet honey,” your sister screams, groping your mom’s big butt. Her foot rubs faster, and you know you’re going to blow any second. “Yuh make be such a horny BITCH!”