Chapter 28: Two Slut Sisters Lust for Mom’s New Man

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

T. Ropex
I appeared in a dining room.

A woman was bustling about. She was setting up four places on the table. She hummed, wearing a nice dress. She looked eager for something. Excited. The doorbell rang. She darted for it and opened it up to reveal a young woman with black hair and pale makeup. She wore a black blouse with a skull on it and a frilly skirt with dark leggings beneath.

“Hey, Mom,” the goth girl said. I recognized the type from the life re-creations. “I’m here. Let’s do this.”

“Thanks, Liz,” she said. “You’re going to love Ed. He’s the best.”

The girl rolled her eyes and hugged a laptop to her chest. “I do have to work on my paper.”

“I know,” said the mother. She smiled, a woman with sandy-blonde hair. She wasn’t in as great shape as she could be. She was a little overweight. “That’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here and ... I have to check on the roast!”

The mother darted back into the kitchen. Liz sighed and sat on the couch. She opened her laptop and started typing on it. A paper on, “The Colonialism of The Last of Mohicans & Negative Effects of the French/Indian War in Fiction.”

That was a ... title.

The doorbell rang again.

“That should be your sister!” shouted the mother.

This was an interesting scenario. Two daughters who were having dinner with their mother and her new boyfriend. I knew the AI would come up with something for me as the goth girl rose and headed to the door.

“Kathy,” Liz said at the sight of the punkish girl. She wore jeans that were artfully torn and a crop top beneath a leather jacket. Her blue hair was spiked with a fade buzzed into the side. It turned her pretty face almost unattractive.

“Elizabeth,” sneered Kathy.

“Is that you, Kat?” shouted the mother from the kitchen. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Let me give you a hand, Mom,” said Kat as she strode past her sister, both sneering at each other.

“You two aren’t fighting, are you?” asked the mother.

“Of course not,” said Kat. “Me and Elizabeth get along just fine.”

“Liz and I,” hissed the goth girl, but her sister ignored her. So Liz sat back down and started typing on her laptop. She looked furious and, after a moment, stopped typing and deleted whatever it was she had just typed.

The sisters were rivals. That had potential. Of course, neither was all that sexy. The AI would fix that when it was time. For now, I was just watching. Observing how things played out. I swept my gaze around the room, wondering when this Ed would arrive.

The doorbell rang a third time.

Brenda Morrison
“That’s him,” I gasped, my heart racing. “How do I look?”

“Great, Mom,” Kat said. She was pulling the roast out of the oven. She might look like she belonged on the set of some rock music video, but she knew how to cook. She was a biology major, and was obsessed with good nutrition. She insisted on cooking to make sure she had the healthiest foods. “Knock his socks off.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking off the apron.

I rushed to the living room, passing the boring guy watching in the corner. Liz was looking up from her laptop. She was still in that goth phase. Five years, since she was fifteen. Her fingernails were as black as her lipstick. Kat had her own unique style. I didn’t like either of their looks, but they were adults. Kat was twenty and Liz was twenty-one. Adults.

I opened the door and found Ed there in jeans and a button-down shirt. He had flowers, a big smile on his lips. He looked nervous. He was meeting my daughters for the first time. My husband had died six years ago, and I had finally gotten back to dating. I had thrown myself into my daughters’ lives.

Maybe too much, hence their strange attire.

“You are looking great, Brenda,” he said and swooped in for a kiss, the scent of flowers strong in my nose.

I blushed and said, “Thanks! Oh, come and meet my daughters.” I took the flowers from him, giddy with excitement. They were roses. Red and wonderful.

“Roses,” said Liz. “Predictable.”

“Liz, this is Ed,” I said to my youngest. “Ed, this is Liz. She’s going for her master’s in English.”

“Planning on being a writer?” asked Ed.

“I am a writer,” said Liz. She had written such a pretentious book. I couldn’t get into it. Her professor loved it, though, and was helping her shop it around to get it published. “I smell a roast, Mom. There is something I can eat.”

“There is,” I said, smiling at her. “She’s a vegan.”

“Not me,” said my eldest. “I’m Kat. Good to meet you, Ed. Hope you’re hungry, Mom cooked a huge roast.”

“Starved,” he said.

“Great.” Kat was friendly. She even had a vase for my flowers. She might dress strangely, and that haircut was hideous, but she was a good girl. I just wished her sister could be a bit more positive. “Mmm, we’re almost ready.”

Liz was typing away, ignoring us. I sighed. This was going to be a long dinner.

T. Ropex
I observed them. The scenario hadn’t changed. Soon, they were all dining at the table. Brenda and Ed were on opposite ends, with the girls taking the sides, facing each other. Kat was chatty. Liz was quiet and also only interested in the squash dish her mother had provided for her. Something cooked just for her.

What a great mother, but...

Neither girls were lookers. Their mother might have some tits, but her daughters certainly didn’t inherit them. They both looked modest. Nothing sexy was happening, of course. Another lie that the daughters would try to seduce their mother’s boyfriend.

“Adjusting the scenario,” whispered the AI. My favorite words to hear. I smiled from ear to ear.

Elizabeth “Liz” Morrison
Of course, Mom was so boring to date a man. So predictable. She was caught up in cisgender heteronormative behavior. She was fawning over him as we talked. Kat was all for it. She was another who liked heteronormative behavior.

A lot of it.

Such a slut. I bet she was passed around those indie concerts she went to. Just a sex toy for the band to use after the show. It was disgusting. She only pretended to push social norms with her dress when she was as arch-conservative as our mother.

I glanced at Ed. He was such a disgusting man. Look at him. Eating at my father’s table. Wanting to devour my mother. He was a big, dangerous beast. I finished my squash, just wanting to be anywhere but here.

I glanced at my sister. She was chatting happily as Ed complimented her hairstyle.

“Thanks,” said Kathy—I hated calling her Kat, she wasn’t a cute kitten—as she rubbed at the shaved side of her head. “I have to buzz it every few days. A bit of a pain, but got to be stylish.”

I blinked as my sister suddenly had long, bleached-blonde hair. Her T-shirt with her favorite band logo was gone, replaced by a low-cut, blue party dress that showed off her massive tits. My jaw dropped at the sight of her now plump lips. She had makeup on. She looked like a—

Gorgeous slut who thought she was hotter than me. But there was no way Kat was hotter than me. I had the better boob job. I glanced down at my low-cut cleavage to make sure. My huge tits were on display, a cute, heart-shaped necklace buried in the valley of my tits. I squirmed on my rump, my BBL making my ass nice and plump.

Brenda Morrison
I gaped as my daughters were replaced by busty bimbo versions of themselves. Big tits nearly spilling out of their dresses. Big, fake tits and collagen-enhanced lips. They were both preening, dressing like the strippers that I feared they would become.

Strippers or whores.

They dropped out of college. They were supposed to become Biology and English majors, but now they were just big, dumb bimbos. They didn’t have a father figure in their life. I was hoping Ed could be that. That he could save these two from the path they walked down.

If they needed to be whores, they had to keep it at home.

Wait, what? That thought swept through me. Why did I just think ... think ... Of course, this was why I had met Ed. I glanced at him. He was a big, strapping stud of a man. The sort that could handle a pair of whores. They were already preening over him.

That was why he was here. If my husband hadn’t passed away, he could have kept them in line as the man of the house, but my girls were beyond saving. They had gotten boob jobs and Brazilian butt lifts and collagen implants in their lips. They bleached their hair and pierced their bodies.

My Liz and Kat were gone. They were replaced by two bimbo idiots. There was nothing for me to do but let them play out their whoredom with a man who could take care of them and keep them off the streets.

That was my greatest fear, they would be used up and tossed out. End up with a pimp.

I had to save them from their own stupidity. I was their mother.

Ed Lawrence
Kat giggled, her breasts were nearly falling out of her dress.

I was trying not to stare at the girls. Their mother was right there. She was an attractive woman, but compared to these two airhead daughters of hers, she didn’t hold a flame. I swallowed, my dick so hard from the girls. It was hard not to stare.

“You’re so big and strong,” cooed Liz. She rubbed at my arm. “Do you work out. I love going to the gym. I always film myself. Post them on TikToks. Would you like to see?”

“Er, maybe later,” I said, my cock lurching. I could only imagine the sort of gym THOT vids she was making. “This roast is great, Brenda.”

“Thanks,” she said.

“I helped,” cooed Kat. Suddenly, her tiny foot was rubbing at my shin. She slid it up and down, her dark eyes twinkling. “I love cooking. There’s nothing like preparing a meal for a big, strong man. Mmm, and I love to eat meat, too.” She winked at me, her tongue stroking over her lips.

“So do I,” Liz butted in, her tiny foot rubbing at my other leg. She leaned in, her breasts about to fall out of her top. “Just because I’m a vegan, doesn’t mean there’s not some type of meat I like.”