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It was only the next day that Tandy was already done using the Tupperware that she'd borrowed from Tina, and though she still didn't sleep well that night, partially because of the ranting and raving of her husband, and partially because of the odd, lewd thumping she heard coming from her daughter's room, Tandy fought off her yawns, put on her best smile, and decided to head next door to return what she'd borrowed.

She spent a few minutes at the mirror, staring into her own eyes and trying to come up with any number of excuses for why she looked so tired. She didn't want to say anything about the real reason that Steven had to move the family into Stonebury, and even if she were to admit that, she still didn't know the real reason that they were there, personally.

Deciding that the bags under her eyes were just a sign of dedication to her husband, Tandy brushed a few locks of hair down over her gaze and gathered up the Tupperware. She pulled the hem of her skirt down so that it sat a few inches below the knee with modesty, and adjusted her clean, white blouse so that it stayed firm to her body, tucked in to complete the look of a woman who knew that she was aging, but still believed she had a body worth showing off.

"I never did have a chance to ask her what she does for a living. Maybe she's just a stay-at-home mom?" Tandy thought, as she stepped out the front door of her own house and walked just a few slabs of concrete down the sidewalk. They lived so close to the Walton family that it was no surprise how quickly their families were becoming intertwined, and while the Richards always considered themselves to be a fairly close, tight-knit family, Tandy had no idea just how open the Walton's were with their own kin.

The front door of the Walton household was open, and Tandy could hear Tina speaking just inside of the living room, so she knocked a few times on the door frame to announce her presence, before walking in, adopting the "open-door" policy that the families now shared.

"Tina? I've got that Tupperware back for you; thank you for letting me use it!" Tandy called out as she stepped in the front door, and though she couldn't see Tina, she kept an ear perked for a reply.

"Oh! T-that's great!" Tina huffed, struggling to make it through just the three meager words of her reply. "Do me a f-favor and bring that into t-the kitchen, will you?"

Must be working out. I bet that's her real secret...probably gets to run on a treadmill or ride an elliptical all day, Tandy thought, as she made sure that the screen door was closed behind her before she politely stepped out of her slip-on shoes and headed for the kitchen.

She never even made it that far. The Tupperware fell from her hands, and her palms covered up her face in shock and embarrassment as she gazed down upon the couch and saw Tina's naked body, arched backward over her own son, bucking her hips up and down with all of the vigor of a beast in estrus. Perked nipples stood at attention, eager to be played with, while a full, thick pubic bush obscured only some of the details; Kyle's member was plenty impressive enough for Tandy to see it from her vantage point, and it spread Tina to the point that the penetration nearly looked uncomfortable.

" TINA! I'm so s-sorry, I didn't mean to...t-that...that's your son! Tina, for the love of all that's holy!"

"Sure is," Tina replied without so much as a pause in her gait, rolling her hips up and down so that her womanhood could feel every inch of her son beneath her. "Not like I can g-get pregnant anyway, right?"

The stammering words were uttered with such ease that it set Tandy into even more of a panic, and she bit down on the end of a finger as she tried to contain her nerves. "This...this isn't natural! What on earth is the matter with you?"

It was obvious that Kyle wasn't complaining about his position in life, and the tight, clenching grip of his palms around Tina's hips kept her from bouncing too far off of his cock as she rode it. There was already a few small, damp stains upon the cushions of the couch, leaving Tandy to wonder just how many times they'd made love already, and judging by the lack of a mess upon Tina's body, her son wasn't even pulling out.

The sight was depraved, and yet, like a tragedy that was too painful to ignore, Tandy felt that she couldn't look away from it.

"Nothing's wrong with me, Tandy. Actually, you're the one w-who seems high s-strung in all of this," she pointed out, as she gestured to her own relaxed, albeit sexually charged body. Her breasts heaved with a swollen weight each time that she bounced up, and they jiggled each time she settled, slamming her hips into her own child's body without a hint of remorse. "Ahhn... go d-deeper, Kyle...fuck your mommy deeper!"

Kyle was only able to manage a few deep, mindless grunts as his hands clenched onto his mother with a white-knuckle grip, and his sack began bouncing at the underside of Tina's ass as he pounded into her. She clenched her inner walls rapidly around his member to try and encourage another orgasm out of it, though she had a feeling he might not be able to muster too much else, after draining him all morning.

Tandy felt drained, as well, and her lack of energy came from the same source. Corrupting, sensual pheromones were radiating throughout the living room, and the formerly untainted Tandy couldn't help falling to her knees at the scent of them. With each breath she took, she was drawn closer and closer to the act, until she was literally crawling to the edge of the couch, able to watch up close each time that Kyle's cock disappeared inside of the passage that birthed him.

Why...why am I doing this? I need to be running away! I need to be getting the hell out of here! her mind panicked, but her body refused to listen, as it kept her right by the peak of the action. Her ears began drowning in the quiet, subtle pap pap pap of a mostly drained pair of balls slapping up against the bottom of Tina's womanhood, and visible streaks of her own arousal coated her son's length with such volume that Tandy found her mouth watering as she fantasized about the taste.

It wasn't her fault, and sadly, it was already too late for her to rise above the corrupted air of the moment. Sinking faster and faster with each passing second, Tandy quivered against the side of the furniture with a need that she didn't understand, and Tina wore a wide, terrible grin as she hopped up from her son's manhood and knelt next to Tandy.

"I know you want to taste it. You want to know how sweet our mingled bodies can be," she murmured, and Tandy nodded mindlessly as Tina gripped the base of her son's cock and guided it toward Tandy's partially opened, drooling mouth.

Her mind was screaming at her to leap up and run, but her body slumped further against the side of the couch as she wrapped her lips around the head of the throbbing flesh. Even if she wasn't corrupted, she could appreciate the sweet, slightly tangy flavor that spread across her tongue as she literally slurped Tina's juices right from the underside of the shaft, and her head began to bob just a little bit, imitating an act that she'd done for Steven so many times before.

If he knew what she was doing right then, their relationship might have been over, and yet, she couldn't seem to stop herself, as the cock worked deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she could feel it trying to reach into her throat.

"Go on, sweetie. Be nice to Mrs. Richards and blow your wad in her throat," Tina gave her son permission, keeping almost full control over his sexual destiny.

The pressure released in an instant, and Kyle let out a brainless howl as his sack tensed up around the twin orbs within and pushed a thick, heated load of cum right into Tandy's mouth. She began guzzling it as quickly as she could, and her eyes went wide as she had a mental realization of what she was doing, but still, the pheromones poisoned her judgment and kept her in place as she struggled to handle a yield of seed that was so great, she couldn't believe that a human was producing it.

Her suspicions weren't too far off, and though she wouldn't have guessed that the ejaculate she was drinking was actually canine in nature, she was able to tell a bit more when the substance became too much for her, and she watched as milky streams of the same spilled over her chin and down over her breasts, making a terrible mess of her outfit.

"You still had so much left! Poor Tandy...you weren't able to handle all of it, were you? And just look at your top! How awful...I've been a terrible hostess!" Tina's every word was dripping with sarcasm, and surely, she was just using the mess as an excuse to further her own agenda; she didn't feel bad in the least. "Allow me to make it up to you, dear..."

Tandy was so obsessed with swallowing the load that she had hardly noticed Tina squeezing her breasts through her top, or running her fingertips down along the length of her blouse, to the waistline of her skirt.

When the devious woman slipped her palm along Tandy's thigh, however, and pulled her panties aside from her slit, dipping just a single digit into the waiting folds, Tina had finally pushed her luck too far, and Tandy snapped awake, her lower lip quivering, and her eyes shaking as tears began to form.

"I...I don't know what the hell you just did to me-

"I unleashed you."

Tandy shot right up from the floor and marched for the door. "I don't care what you call it...y-you...you stay far away from me, do you understand?!"

The distressed housewife ran for the door in her panic. "Whatever you say, my dear. Remember to keep using that mineral oil if you want to have a body like mine!" Tina called after her, showing an utter lack of remorse for her actions, or the way that Tandy replied to her introduction to the corrupted world of Stonebury.

Back at her house, Tandy slammed the door behind her and locked it, before rushing off to her bathroom to wash away the messy, slick cum that was still dripping down her neck. She scrubbed it all away with soap and water, drying out her skin...and for reasons she still didn't understand, she felt compelled to rub some of the thick, dark oil on her skin, as if she thought that the substance would wash away the memory of what she'd just done.