Helen Parr found herself humming as she craned her neck and head above the top shelf of her closet, looking at the rows of shoe boxes before stretching her arms up and gently taking one of them, careful not to disturb the slightly rickety towers that littered the shelf.

I really need to finish unpacking. Sure, it’s only been a little over three years since Syndrome blew up the old house, but I don’t want it being four or five before all the knickknacks from mom and dad’s house are unpacked. It’s just so hard though, saving the world every other week, being a loving, and if I do say so myself, sexy housewife and a full time mother of three…

As she pulled her body back to it’s normal proportions, Helen paused and looked at herself in the full length mirror, smiling at the changes she’d gone through since becoming an active Super again. She’d managed to work off the baby weight from Jack-Jack by being a Super again, and the small amount she hadn’t been able to get rid of on her thighs, she had started shifting the mass to her chest, resulting in her growing another cup size, although she had kept a portion of her motherly hips. She hadn’t touched her butt though , since she knew how much Bob liked it. The other change she’d had done was her hair, having it cut slightly shorter on the left side, and allowing the longer half to hang looser, in slight imitation of her daughter Violet’s hair. The sound of the front door slamming startled her from her thoughts, followed by the sound of footsteps quickly pounding up the stairs, then the sound of another door slamming.

That can’t be Dash…Bob already left on the camping trip with him and Jack-Jack…besides, the pace was too slow for that little speed demon…

“Vi honey, are you okay?” Helen could hear the sound of crying coming through the door as she approached Violet’s door, and found her 18 year old daughter’s clothes facedown on the bed. Sitting next to her, Helen ran her fingers through along the shirt back, feeling Violet’s invisible shoulder length dark hair against her fingers, the young woman’s back heaving with sobs she did. “Violet, what’s wrong?”

“mmommphmrupmithme!”

“What?”

Violet suddenly became visible as she jerked her face out of the pillow, tears glittering in her dark blue eyes. “Tommy broke up with me!” With that pronouncement cleared up, Violet promptly slammed her face back into the pillow.

“Oh honey…I’m so sorry. What happened?”

Sniffling, Violet rolled over on her back to see her mother better. “Tommy said that he knew I was seeing someone else, since I’m always either running off with some lame excuse, or telling some lie about why I’m late.”

“Oh…”

“Then, he said that the only way I could prove that I wasn’t cheating and really loved him was to sleep with him!”

“What?!”

At Helen’s shocked cry, Violet merely nodded and looked at her mother with the saddest expression that she’d ever seen. Helen let her eyes run over Violet’s body, noticing not for the first time that her daughter had definitely grown up in the years since becoming a Super. She’d filled out a little, and as such had more womanly curves, and her breasts had grown from small nubs to a full c-cup. Come to think of it, she was almost the spitting image of how Helen had looked at her age when she first became Elastigirl. Still, to think that her boyfriend of three years would suddenly act like such a sleaze to try and have sex with her…

“So what happened Vi?”

*Sniff* “I told him to go fuck himself if he was that lonely.”

Smiling, Helen ran her fingers through Violet’s hair, pushing it away from her one eye. “You know I don’t like you using that kind of language Violet…but I’ll let it go this time.”

Smiling in return, Violet leaned into the hug her mother offered her, pressing her face against Helen’s chest as the tears continued to trickle down her cheek.

“I know this probably sounds hollow now honey, but you’ll look back on this and be happy someday. Boys just aren’t worth it when they only start thinking about sex.”

Pulling back, Violet jokingly pouted as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “So what Mom, I’m supposed to start dating girls?”

Looking down at her daughter’s full lips and gorgeous eyes, Helen suddenly felt uncomfortable as a familiar feeling washed through her, realizing that Violet probably could get a girlfriend with ease. They might not even have to be gay in the first place with her looks now… Clearing her throat, Helen reached one hand down the hallway, grabbing the box of Kleenex from the bathroom. “Well Violet…if you wanted to date girls, your father and I wouldn’t hold anything against you, as long as you’re happy honey.”

With an exasperated sigh, Violet took the Kleenex from her mother and wiped her eyes. “MOOOOM! I was kidding!”

“I know honey. I’m just letting you know that your father and I just want you to be happy, no matter what your decision might be. Now, do you still feel like going out to eat? Because we could just stay in tonight if you want.”

“That’s all right Mom. I’m not going to miss a special time with you because of some stupid boy.”

A few hours later, Helen and Violet were finishing up dinner at one of the city’s higher class Italian restaurants, talking easily and occasionally smiling at the stares both women were getting. Helen was decked out in a skin tight red sequin dress that plunged dangerously low and gave an ample view of her cleavage, while also having a slit in the bottom that ran from her ankle almost to her thigh. Completing the outfit were high heeled lace up sandals that wrapped around her shins and emphasized the muscled definition.

Violet meanwhile was dressed in an off the shoulders, simple black dress that clung loosely to her curves and ended just above the knee, topped off with spiked high heels that showed off her legs nicely.

“See honey? I told you that you were still growing more attractive.”

“Moooom, that was like, four years ago! Who remembers comments that long?”

Before Helen could reply, her handbag started beeping, and with a mildly annoyed look she pulled her cell phone out and groaned out loud when she saw who was calling.

“Hello Mirage. This had better be good.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt Helen, I know you and Violet are having a girls weekend. But I’ve just received word that Toy Soldier may try to rob the Second National Bank tonight, and you two are the only free Supers at the moment.”

“It never fails. I finally get some time alone with my daughter and now I have to save the city again. And we haven’t even had dessert yet.”

Helen really couldn’t argue much though, since Violet had already signaled for the check, a determined look on her face.

“You owe me big time for this one Mirage…”

As she hung up, Helen regretted for once Mirage somehow getting a hold of Syndrome’s old resources and using them to set up a network to help heroes catch villains. As beneficial as it was, Mirage’s network made the odds of getting interrupted during family time that much more likely.

“Come on Mom. Time to stop the bad guys again.”

Minutes later, Helen was stripped down to her bra and panties in an alleyway, dress already hung up in the car as she pulled on her costume. Looking further down the alley into the shadows, she felt her jaw drop open as she saw Violet step into the light.

“VIOLET ISABELLA PARR! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE WEARING!”

“Uh…my costume?”

Staring at her daughter, Helen failed to comprehend how she could call what she was wearing a costume. It consisted of nothing more than a skintight, sleeveless and backless halter top, a black collar around her neck being the primary way it stayed on, with her symbol of a in a lopsided circle stretched tight over her breasts. Red leggings with a black bikini bottom and knee high black boots with spiked high heels covered her lower half, and topping it off were fingerless black gloves and Violets usual mask. She looked absolutely stunning and hot in it, and Helen wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Oh no young lady, that IS NOT a costume your father and I approved of!”

“But Mom, I paid E for it with my own birthday money!”

“Then you’re just going to have to get your money back. But first, you are taking the car and heading straight home.”

“WHAT!”

“You heard me Violet, you are NOT fighting crime in THAT outfit. Now here.”

Helen grabbed the keys out of her purse and tossed them to Violet before reaching around to her back and pulling up the zipper of her own costume, all traces of it disappearing as the costume sealed completely. Then, without any delay, Helen stretched her hands up to the lip of the roof and pulled herself onto it, leaving Violet pouting in the alley as she disappeared over the rooftops.

As Helen bounded and leaped over the skyline heading for the banking district, she shook her head at Violet’s gall. To think that she had gone behind her and Bob’s back to purchase that outfit…and for Edna to make it in the first place! I swear that woman and I are going to have a little chat about this, and she’s not taking control of the conversation this time…

Approaching the edge of the banking district, Helen slowed her leaps and bounds, looking for any sign of Toy Soldier or his accomplices. Seeing nothing, she slipped closer to the Second National bank, pausing and ducking deeper into the shadows when she spotted an R/C helicopter hovering just below the rooftop she was on. Peeking over the side, she saw that the helicopter had some type of bomb attached to it’s underside with a magnet, and below on the street she could see several miniature tanks patrolling the entrance, apparently guarding two camouflage painted transport trucks. Looking up, she saw several of Toy Soldier’s men, all dressed like the little green army men that Dash used to play with, standing guard on the roof of the bank. Luckily, all of them were facing the opposite direction and didn’t see it coming as Helen stretched her arms across the road separating them, grabbed the heads of the two on the side, and slammed them into the head of the middle one. With a groan, all three henchmen slid to the rooftop, completely oblivious to the world. Easily stepping between the two buildings, Helen peeked into a hole in the roof, making sure no one had heard the dull thunks of the villain’s heads, before sliding her body into an air vent.

Helen carefully made her way through the air vents, flattening her body when needed until she reached a grill on the first floor. Peering through, she was able to make out nine more army men performing various tasks, and off in the far corner…yes, there was Toy Soldier. It took all of Helen’s willpower to suppress the chuckle she felt looking at the ridiculous villain. How does he get any respect from his men? He’s shorter than I am, and he’s dressed just like that soldier nutcracker that I have in the closet…Still though, he DID manage to be in the bank this long without setting off any alarms, so he must be dangerous to some extent. Helen slid further down the vent, eventually flattening herself out and passing through a vent into an employees only hallway.

Staying low to the ground, Helen started making her way to the end of the hallway, when she suddenly saw a shadow start moving towards her. Pressing herself against a doorway, Helen watched as two henchmen armed with assault rifles passed by her, eyes straight ahead, footsteps in perfect synch with each other. At the end of the hallway, both soldier executed perfect 180 turns, and began marching back towards Helen. Just like windup toys… As the henchmen drew even with her, Helen’s fists snaked out, knocking both to the carpet out cold. Well. That’s two down and seven to go.

Creeping to the end of the hallway, Helen saw three of the robbers situated around a second door set into the vault wall, while the other four were busy lugging money bags outside. All of them were moving robotically, as if their actions weren’t entirely their own. Toy Soldier had also entered the vault, and Helen could hear his gleeful laughs echo from within, the only sound in the entire bank.

Deciding not to wait any longer, Helen shot forward, arms wrapping around two ceiling lights and pulled herself up, legs stretching out and kicking two of the money carrying goons in the groin, quickly followed up with solid kicks to the chin. Following through, she landed near the thugs and chopped the necks of the other two money carriers, cutting the blood to their brains long enough for them to fall unconscious. After that, it was a simple matter to wrap one arm around a support column and send her other arm and legs flying into the vault, the force of the blows knocking all three henchmen unconscious before she even pulled herself back to regular size in the vault, staring down Toy Soldier. The entire fight lasted less than 30 seconds, and she could see the stunned look on the villain’s face, fists still full of money. Up close he wasn’t any more impressive, looking to be in his mid to late twenties, with traces of acne still on his face, and scrawny hairs that might have been an attempt at a beard.

“Elastiwoman!”

“That’s right. Now just put the money down and come along quietly, and you won’t have to join your playmates.”

Toy Soldier nervously fiddled with the buttons on his sleeves as his eyes darted around, looking for any chance to get by the flexible heroine. Finally, with a heavy resigned sigh, he turned his back to her and put his arms behind him. “All right Elastiwoman, you’ve caught me fair and square. I guess playtime is over…FOR YOU!”

A sudden thump behind her made Helen crane her neck around, stunned to see another twelve henchmen standing silently in the vault doorway. Even worse was the green plastic grenade on the floor between her and them, already spewing out a thick pink gas. A good dose of it filled her nostrils before she could hold her breath, and by the time she did, she was already feeling lightheaded and weak. Before the cloud had even cleared she had collapsed to the ground, unable to move as Toy Soldier kneeled next to her, one hand idly pushing the hair away from her eye.

“You know Elastiwoman…you’d make a very fine addition to my toy collection. You’d be nothing more than another mindless female servicing my every need, sharing my bed whenever I want, and loving every minute of it. However…I’ve never tried to make a Super into a toy, and I don’t want to run the risk So, I’m just going to leave you here, and let you be humiliated when the cops show up. The paralysis should wear off in an hour, but again, you’re a Super so it might be shorter. Regardless, I’ll be back at my lair by then and fucking one of my toys as I call her by your name. Enjoy.”

Helen felt frustration building in her as the soldiers robotically trooped in, finally realizing that they must have been waiting in one of the trucks. They completely ignored her as they loaded up the final bags of money, and then purposefully triggered the alarm system on their way out. Luckily, by the time the police showed up she had already regained most of the feeling in her body, and was able to stand and deliver her description of what had occurred. After that, a quick call to Mirage to fill her in, and then home to check on Violet before finally drifting into a fitful sleep, still fuming over what the little runt had said.

Violet stood quietly in her mother’s doorway, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept before quietly approaching the bed, careful not to spill the breakfast tray she was carrying. “Hey Mom…wake up.”

“Mmmm…Vi honey? What time is it?”

“Almost 11. I brought you breakfast.”

“Thanks Vi, that’s so sweet.”

As Helen ate, Violet listened to her telling of what happened after she was sent home, unable to keep the fear and revulsion off her face as Helen told her what Toy Soldier had said.

“So wait. This guy might have a whole bunch of women enslaved? That’s…that’s crazy.”

“Yeah, but he might be telling the truth. I’m going to go check with Mirage this afternoon before we go shopping.”

“I can go over there if you want Mom. I haven’t seen Mirage in a while anyways. I’ll take the car and be back before three, I promise.”

Before her Mom even had a chance to react, Violet was heading for the door, then pausing to turn in the doorway, her face blushing. “Mom…I love you so much.”

“I love you too Violet.”

“I mean…I really love you. And I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I know honey. Thank you though.”

With a final glance over her shoulder, Violet grabbed the car keys and left, leaving her mother alone to ponder not only her daughter’s strange tone of voice, but also something Bob had mentioned over the past few weeks.

An hour later, Violet found herself poking at a sandwich in Mirage’s apartment listening to the older woman go over what had been discovered since her Mom had come home the night before.

“…As it turns out, the three henchmen that your mother knocked out in the vault were actually all bank employees. That was how he got in without setting off any alarms. None of them remembered anything after going home from work last night, and some medical tests showed that their short term memory was in fact blank, as if they had been asleep for hours. The other henchmen are all known criminals, but they don’t usually work in groups. Their short term memory was also damaged.”

“So…this Toy Soldier creep…he can actually make people into slaves?”

“He does appear to have found some way to…hypnotize people, for lack of a better word, yes.”

“So what he told my mother, that he has other girls that are mindless slaves. He was probably telling the truth?”
“Based on what the police and doctors found last night, yes.”

So if he hadn’t been so concerned that Mom might break his programming as a Super…she could have been kidnapped last night and turned into his sex slave… Violet gave a small shudder at the thought of her Mom being a mindless cock slave that she might never see again, shifting slightly on the stool as she realized that Mirage was staring at her.

“Are you all right Violet? You’ve been distracted the whole time you’ve been here, and you’ve barely touched the sandwich you made.”

With a heavy sigh, Violet turned towards the window, contemplating what she should tell Mirage.

“Well…I broke up with Tony yesterday. He was getting too horny for his own good…”

“I’m sorry Violet. It must be hard, having been together so long.”

“Actually, no. No it’s not. He’s been being a jerk lately, and even if he hadn’t flat out demanded that I sleep with him, we probably would have broken up soon. That and…well, there’s someone else I like a lot.”

“Really, do tell what this boy is like…”

“It’s…a girl, and I don’t really want to tell you who. It’s just…well, it’s someone older than me.”

“Oh dear. That sounds…problematic. But I really don’t think I’m your type Violet.”

Smiling, Violet jokingly batted her eyes at the tanned, white haired woman. “It is a problem, but it isn’t you Mirage. This woman really IS the last person I should have fallen for…and not just because she’s married.”

Before Violet could elaborate further, Mirage’s laptop began to flash a green number 7 in the corner. Smiling, the older woman reached out pushed the number, then stood up and motioned to Violet.

“I’m pretty sure that this informant is going to have some information that’ll help you and your mother catch Toy Soldier.”

Mirage led Violet into a back room that was filled wall to wall with computer and electronic equipment, the home version of her office in downtown Metroville. There, Mirage’s slender fingers flew over the keys, lines of information scrolling by faster than Violet could make out.

“Okay…apparently a handful of girls have gone missing every couple Saturdays from various places…it looks like most of them have been identified after the fact as runaways, although a few are teenage hookers. My contact thinks that it may be connected to Toy Soldier somehow from what a handful of distant witnesses have seen. All the girls are between the ages of 18 and 22... And there’s supposed to be a pickup today at one p.m. at this location…there’s just enough time for you and your mother to get over there if you hurry. You can use my phone in the kitchen.”

“No thanks Mirage, I have my cell phone with me, I’ll call her on the way there. We’ll be cutting it close as it is.”

With a friendly peck on Mirage’s cheek, Violet turned and ran for the door, keys already in hand. Thank goodness I brought a change of clothes in the car…

At 12:55, Violet was fixing her clothes behind a strip mall in the seedy part of town, under a sign that said TS Modeling and Acting Agency, and dressed far differently than she had been before. She’d left home dressed in a simple orange t-shirt and pants, practical for the late spring day. Toy Soldier probably only wants the best looking girls, so no way is my usual sense of style going to cut it. Luckily, Tony’s parting gift is going to come in handy at least…

Not only had Tony wanted to sleep with her yesterday, but he’d also brought along an outfit for her to wear. It was the classic schoolgirl outfit, complete with high heeled shoes, knee high socks, a plaid mini skirt that barely covered the small pink thong she’d worn that morning, and a tight white dress shirt that was nowhere near big enough to button. As a result, she tied it off just below her breasts, deciding to leave her bra in the small back pack that had the false bottom for her costume. The final piece was the black choker from her costume, which contained the newer, quieter tracking device. Then, hair pulled loose from it’s ponytail and hanging over her eyes to partially disguise her identity, Violet waited nervously for either Toy Soldier or his henchmen to show up.

There were six other girls waiting when Violet arrived, all of them looking more ragged and tired than Violet herself, a look of shared weariness in all their eyes. For a moment, Violet felt the intense urge to tell these girls to run, to go home to their parents, but she never got the chance.

A non-descript van pulled around the back of the buildings, slowing to a stop in front of the girls. Three men dressed in army camouflage fatigues stepped out, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses as they stared at the girls. Finally, one stepped forward and spoke.

“You may have heard that you would have a chance at great things if you came here today. That was a lie.”

Without any further, the two men standing closer to the van pulled plastic grenades off their belts and dropped them to the ground, green mist billowing out of them. All of the girls cried out in panic and confusion, trying to get away from the suddenly frightening situation. Violet spun away from the soldiers, hacking and coughing loudly, hair covering her face and hiding the force bubble in front of her mouth, keeping her from breathing any of the mist. As the other girls collapsed, Violet joined them facedown, eyes closing as the hiss of escaping vapor eased, but leaving the bubble until she felt strong hands grab her arms and yank her towards the van.

Of course they’re going to take all of us…they can’t leave any witnesses behind. Maybe I SHOULD have told Mom what I was REALLY doing instead of saying Krista and I were going to the mall…

Sometime later, the van came to a stop, although Violet had no idea where she was or even how long they’d been traveling, as she’d been forced to keep her eyes shut and feign sleep like the other girls. She once again felt herself being lifted up and carried, the sound of an automatic door hissing open and shut followed the hollow echo of her captors feet on metal. More doors opened and closed, and Violet began to feel a small ball of panic begin to form in her gut at the thought of how big this place was. Finally, Violet felt her feet being lowered to the floor, though a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her neck, almost choking her as they held her upright. Before she could panic, a blast of cool air hit her chest as her shirt was suddenly stripped off her, followed quickly by her shoes, socks, skirt and panties, leaving only her choker. Gasping, Violet began was unable to resist opening her eyes, just in time to see a hand heading for her face. With a violent slap, she felt her head slam to the side, sinking to the floor as the hands around her neck released her. Before she could regain her bearings, she felt metal cuffs snap over her wrists, then was jerked back as they were hooked to a chain in the floor.

“Just stay right there missy. Your turn will come soon enough.” With a final laugh, both guards walked out of the small cubicle, which didn’t even have a door to lock her in. Trying to stand up, Violet was yanked back down from her crouch, realizing that the most she could do was kneel. A voice coming from a hidden loudspeaker distracted her from her escape efforts though, and she realized that she must be listening to Toy Soldier himself.

“No doubt you girls thought that you might get a big break in your lives from TS Modeling, but as you can see, it’s not quite true in the way that you thought. You are now my prisoners of war, and you are going to get a break from both your lives and even having to think. Trust me ladies, you’ll thank me for this when it’s all over and you’re my mindless drones. Of course, I’ll have to tell you to thank me, but that’s besides the point.”

There was a final echoing crackle from the intercom, then Violet heard sobs beginning from her right. That must be where the other girls are. Looks like I’m on the end of the row…how lucky for me.

Concentrating, Violet formed two small force bubbles in the key holes of the handcuffs, then rapidly expanded them until the cuffs literally exploded off, pieces clinking to the floor. Shaking her wrists out, Violet stood up, promptly going invisible as she did so. Hopefully their aren’t any cameras on me…although given how arrogant Toy Soldier seems, what with the lack of doors and all, I think that’s a safe bet… Violet’s musings were cut short however when two screams echoed down the hallway. Rushing to the end of it, she saw apertures in the last two cubicles sliding shut over tunnels leading downward, the screams echoing from within. What the hell? I better find out what happened to those girls, and fast…With that in mind, Violet turned and forced herself to ignore the three girls left, sobbing loudly and struggling against their chains as she walked past at least a dozen empty cubicles, leaving them behind.

What she thought was half an hour later, Violet wandered through Toy Soldier’s lair, having avoided several henchmen and becoming completely lost in the process. Great…a fine bit of being a superhero this is…can’t even find my way around a stupid villains lair. AND I have no idea when they’re going to notice I’ve vanished… Finally, after trying numerous doors, one slid open before her. Inside lay an empty control room of some sort, with a large slanted glass window making up the far wall. Moving over towards it, Violet stared in shock at what was before her.

The floor below her appeared to be a lab of some sort, with various machines and laser type equipment set up around two padded dentist’s chairs, with footrests off to the side, forcing the occupants legs to be spread open. Strapped into those chairs were two of the girls that had been abducted alongside her, and obviously the ones that had disappeared down the tubes. One was a well endowed redhead, the other a blonde with breasts only a tad smaller than Violet’s had been three years earlier. As Violet watched, a metallic rod swung up from underneath each chair, settling against the girl’s vaginas, as clear visors lowered over the girl’s eyes, and covering their ears in the process. People dressed in lab coats mechanically moved around the girls, avoiding their terrified gazes and ignoring their impassioned pleas as they attached some type of suction cup over the girls breasts, and electrodes to their stomachs, clits and various other parts of their bodies. Then, the technicians silently left the room, leaving the girls screaming and begging in fear.

As Violet watched in horror, every machine in the lab lit up, the combined energy actually making the picture window vibrate. The visors over the girls eyes were suddenly filled with colors, randomly swirling and cascading over their frightened features, their features slowly going slack in response to the lights, soft moans suddenly echoing from a loudspeaker in Violet’s hiding place.

As Violet continued to watch, now in fascination, the girls began to squirm and twist around the points where the electrodes were, clearly being jolted with low levels of electricity. Violet found herself drawing closer to the window, placing both hands against it as she watched the suction cup devices suddenly vibrate as they activated, making their nipples harden from the pressure, then relax in a continuous cycle. The moans over the loudspeaker grew more forceful as the rods began moving forward, pressing into the girl’s vaginas as they appeared to willingly thrust forward, a scream of pleasure coming from the redhead as she was penetrated, a blush creeping over Violet’s features as she realized that the rods were actually vibrators.

Violet stared blankly down at the two girls writhing and squirming in the chairs, finding herself suddenly picturing her mother strapped to one of those chairs, slowly being mind wiped as she twisted and strained in the chair, fighting to the last. Leaning forward, Violet pressed her forehead and chest against the glass, feeling her nipples grow hard from the vibration of the glass, thoughts of her mother’s breasts, expanding and contracting, filling the entire suction cup as they were teased and taunted filling her mind. She was dimly aware that the two girls below were being hypnotized by the lights and pleasures being forced on them, as she thought of her own mother slowly succumbing to the lights, being taken away from her own family and life to serve Toy Soldier, fucking him on command and using her powers for evil.

Violet moaned out loud as she leaned against the glass with eyes closed, one hand fingering at the outside of her already wet pussy, the vibrations from the machinery on the other side traveling through her arm, down her fingers and into her pussy. In her minds eye, she suddenly saw not just her mother, but herself as well, strapped down as the colors washed over her mind, erasing her worries and problems, making everything okay. As screams of pleasure echoed in the background, Violet thought of watching her mother cum, eyes screwed up in pleasure as girl cum leaked from around the vibrator, either a loud scream or soft moans coming from her beautiful full lips, a blank look settling into her hazel eyes. Then it would be her turn to feel the dildo press into her, metaphorically taking her virginity, an orgasmic haze rushing over her, to feel her personality swept away, to become a villainous companion to Toy Soldier. And knowing that they were mother and daughter, would he separate them, or…would he have them make love, her mother’s tongue running over her slit as…

Violet’s eyes snapped over as a shadow fell over her, a mountain of a man in a suit and dark sunglasses blocking her view, a large knife in his hand. Belatedly, she realized that she had become visible and slid to the floor on her back at some point, pressing her pussy against the glass, which was now still.

“Well, well. Look what we have here. A horny little escapee. Well, I’m sure the boss wouldn’t begrudge me a little fun for catching you. And with how wet you already are, I’d reckon you’re going to enjoy it, or my name isn’t Python Bubbles.”

Groaning and still weak, Violet rolled over onto her stomach and tried to stand as Python began to undo his pants. Realizing that she was never going to be able to physically fight back, she shrieked as Python grabbed her hair, dragging her towards his erect cock.

“Start jerking me off bitch, or else I’ll make sure Toy Soldier NEVER wants you as a slave, if you know what I mean.”

Still too weak to resist, Violet reluctantly reached her slender fingers up and wrapping them around Python’s dick as much as she could, then slowly began sliding them up and down. At a grunt of approval from the large man, Violet began sliding her hand faster, grimacing in disgust as droplets of precum covered her fingers. Suddenly, Python pulled her up higher by her hair, ignoring her squeak of pain as he did.

“Now I’m going to fuck those hot tits of yours slut. Now squeeze ‘em together!”

Reluctantly, Violet pressed her breasts around the unwanted cock, biding her time until she could fight back. It’ll have to be soon…I’m already starting to get wet again from this…I’ve got to think of something else…Dad and Mom…

“Oh yeah…that’s the good stuff…maybe if you’re really good, I’ll try and convince the boss to let me have you personally, seeing as how you’ll be damaged goods and all. You’d enjoy some regular Python cock, wouldn’t you?”
Violet was unable to keep a lustful moan from her lips as she felt more warm precum spurt from the Python’s tip, dribbling down her neck and across her breasts. She had to actively fight to not scoop some up in her fingers and taste it, her body quivering with the effort. Even her attempts to picture her mom and dad in order to distract herself were failing and turning erotic on her, becoming her father’s dick between her tits, his fingers in her hair, her mother holding her breasts together, about to kiss her nipples…

“Oh god…I was going to fuck your pretty little mouth, but forget that shit. I’m betting a shy looking girl like you is a virgin, aren’t you? Yeah, I’m gonna take that from you…”

As Python suddenly withdrew his cock from between Violet’s breasts, smacking her chin in the process, she reached out desperately, grabbing his cock with her hands and lowering her mouth towards it, tongue flicking out seductively towards the tip.

“Oh, you are the horny little bitch, aren’t you. Yeah, I’m definitely going to have to ask Toy Soldier if I can have yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou!”

Python screamed in excruciating pain as Violet suddenly formed a force field along the flat of her palm, squeezing it shut like an impenetrable vice around his manhood. The screams quickly stopped though as Python passed out, much to Violet’s pleasure.

“No offense little man…but my fantasy got me hornier.”

Dragging the goon’s body over to a convenient storage bin, Violet struggled to lift his massive frame over the lip, finally managing to drop the dead weight in. “Man…I really, really hope that keeps him from ever having kids. Bastard.”

Moving back over to the window, Violet turned invisible and saw that the two girls had disappeared, leaving only the technicians to reset the equipment and clean up the mess that had been made. As she watched, two circles opened in the far wall, the next two girls that had been captured tumbling out of them in a heap, sobbing and crying in terror. I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t afford to get caught up in my fantasies again, I’ve got to find Toy Soldier, and I’ve got to do it fast before they go for the next two girls and find only one…

Sometime later, Violet was more than ready to beat up whoever had been Toy Soldier’s architect and interior decorator for the base. Every corridor looked identical, and the continuous reflective metal panels, broken only by an olive green painted line running the middle of each wall was giving her a headache. It’s like that stupid Halo game Dash keeps playing, like whoever created this place has no imagination for detail…To top it off, almost every door she passed seemed to be locked, although a few were open and had people quite literally working mindlessly behind them. They hadn’t even bothered to look up when the opened for her unseen hand, engrossed in their task, which seemed to consist mainly of counting out the loot from at least several robberies.

To top it off, Violet now found herself pressed against one of the walls as yet another column of henchmen mechanically trooped past her. She shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the feel of the cold metal on her bare butt, and mentally sighed. For all I know, these idiots wouldn’t see me even if I was visible in front of them and fingering myself…uh…can’t think about that now…God, I really have to talk to a psychologist or something…this can’t be normal. Violet felt herself grow wet again at the thought of masturbating, the image of her mother nude popped into her head, quickly followed by her father. Shaking her head, she was finally able to move on as the last soldier garbed henchmen passed her. However, her attention was diverted as she heard the column leaders walkie-talkie crackle to life, all of them instantly freezing in mid-step as he answered it.

“…yes sir. I understand. Several of my men will be there immediately.”

As the leader replaced his walkie-talkie, he motioned to some of his men, who instantly broke rank and began marching down a side corridor. Figuring that this might be her best lead, Violet snuck after them, trying hard to ignore the almost sexual feeling burning deep in her belly.

Several minutes later, the henchmen drew to a stop outside an ornately carved wood door, which didn’t look out of place in this part of the hideout. Violet had found herself almost stopping and admiring the lavish decorations, from the obviously stolen paintings and busts to the intricately carved columns that framed each doorway. Her attention was completely focused now as the apparent leader entered, leaving the door open behind him, the other soldiers spread out in a loose semicircle around it. Seeing her chance, Violet slipped through a spacing between two guards, sliding through the door into a palace like bedroom, Toy Soldier and his henchmen were talking quietly on the far side. You know, I wonder why nobody has noticed I’m missing yet…although it’s possible Toy Soldier’s saving her for later, letting the terror set in some. He seems crazy enough for that…

“So you understand your instructions?”
“Yes sir. My men and I will obey completely. Your word is law.”

“Of course it is. Now off with you.”

As the soldier marched back out, Violet shrank back and held her breath, not willing to risk being discovered at this moment. As Toy Soldier turned his back to her, she quickly surveyed the room, realizing that his fascination with military toys definitely showed through. The place was littered with war replicas, from an ancient cannon in one corner, to numerous swords and guns on the walls, to a full sized World War II fighter hanging from the ceiling. As she took in the absurdity of it, she was shocked to suddenly hear Toy Soldier speak.

“You know, you can turn visible now. I’ve been following you through my entire base girl…or should I say, Vanisher?”

Realizing that she literally had nothing to hide, Violet slowly became visible, grimacing at the laugh that Toy Soldier had at her expense. “Did you really think that there weren’t any cameras watching my little initiates? Of course, I was shocked when I saw you disappear, but you were easy enough to follow with the infrared setting. How did you think Python found you? Just because you happened to turn visible for a few moments? Oh, and that was a VERY nice floor show you put on for me. I’ll be sure to have you masturbate to that tape a couple of times, once you’re trained of course.”

“I’m not going to become your slave you sick freak!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to Vanisher? I saw how horny you were getting watching those other girls get turned. I’m willing to bet you were fantasizing about it being you. And I heard your mumblings while you were so busy fingering yourself, something about…mom?” Violet couldn’t contain her blush as he held up the costume that had been hidden in her backpack. “Now, I’m not as familiar with the connections between the heroes of Metroville, but guessing by the costume I’d say you mean Elastiwoman? How would you like to be enslaved with her, able to do anything you wanted without fear of reprisal?”

Violet felt a twinge of regret slip through her as she actually paused momentarily, thinking about what it would be like to feel her mother going down on her, kissing her nipples and both sets of lips as their fingers slid into each other. Once again, she felt herself becoming wet at the mere thought of such things, but the moment passed quickly when Toy Soldier opened his mouth.

“Of course, I’ll probably use you and your mother to help rob some of the more problematic institutions that I haven’t been able to get at. And of course, I’ll make a shit load of cash off of the video tapes of the two of you going at it like the two sick freaks you are. Hell, maybe I’ll even rent you out to the highest bidder for a week or two of high price fucking. And our children…ooh, are children are going to be so evil once I’m done teaching them. Heh, if you’re really lucky, they’ll even want a piece of you and Grandma/Aunt Elastiwoman when they’re old enough. You should enjoy that, right? Oh, and to top it off, I’ll be sure to have both of you fuck Mr. Incredible as I slowly kill him, both of you cumming on his dead body. And…”

Before Violet could even begin to respond in anger, the six soldiers came bursting through the door, their guns trained on her, infrared goggles on their green faces.

“Oh for the love of…you know, I really have to program these idiots to be able to think for themselves a little bit more. You tell them to wait a certain amount of time, and it’s exactly that amount, no matter how good your monologing might be going EEP!”

Toy Soldier was cut short again as Violet sprung forward, a protective force field around herself as the guards opened fire, ricochets bouncing off it at odd angles. She briefly noticed Toy Soldier ducking under the bed, hat falling to the floor as she formed a force bubble in her hand, whipping it forward like a bowling ball. As it slammed into three of them, knocking them into the air and flat onto their backs. A second force bubble formed around a third guards head, his vision obscured by the flickering energy, prompting him to stagger around randomly before crossing into his compatriots gunfire. As he fell to the ground in a still breathing heap, Violet slammed into the remaining three, forcing them to bounce off her field. They must be using non lethal ammunition. Makes sense if Toy Soldier wants me alive for a slave…With short, quick punches and kicks, Violet quickly sent the three remaining henchmen off to naptime. She stood there, breathing heavy for a moment, listening for guards. Confident no more were coming, she walked over to the bed and formed a force bubble under the edge of it, flipping it into the air and spilling the mattress and sheets onto a still huddled Toy Soldier. She could only smile as he unsteadily rose to his feet, even in defeat staring at her chest. The smile quickly disappeared as she realized he was holding a remote of some kind in his hand.

“This is wired to my hideouts main power source. If you don’t let me go RIGHT NOW I swear I’ll blow us all to kingdom come. I don’t think you really want Mommy and Daddy to have to bury their little girl, now do you?”

“I doubt you’re going to push that button.”

“Oh really, well I’m serious I tell you, Ser”

Toy Soldiers claims were cut short as Violet punched him in the jaw, dropping him like a sack of flower to the floor. Shaking her hand out, Violet picked her costume top off the ground and began putting it on, shaking her head at Toy Soldier. “That was for your comments last night to my mother you creep.”

Helen stood quietly in Violet’s doorway, watching her daughter slowly wake up after being called, her big eyes slowly blinking in the mid morning sun.

“Come on honey, get up. I’ll have breakfast ready for you in a few minutes.” Groggily, Violet sat up, a question forming in her eyes. “No, you may not sleep in another ten minutes. I’ve already let you sleep in an extra hour. Now don’t make me open the blinds.”

Helen left Violet to get up on her own, making a quick breakfast of waffles and fruit for the two of them. Violet managed to stagger in just as she was setting the kitchen table, still dressed in a small green t-shirt and matching boy shorts. Helen just watched her daughter with a smile as she began to hungrily wolf down breakfast.

“So I saw you on the news this morning. I thought I told you not to wear that outfit.”

Violet froze in mid-bite, eyes still locked on her plate. “Mmmph?”

“I’ll let it go this time though. Although I don’t think your father will be as understanding if he happens to see it. And you did good by the way, saving all those people from Toy Soldier’s control. Apparently quite a few of them are from other countries that he’s had bases in. I just wish you would have been honest with me yesterday and told me what you were doing. *Sigh* You are 18 though, so I guess you can occasionally make your own situation calls.”

“Well…I didn’t do it for them. I did it for you Mom.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I…I figured that with the way he was talking about you on Friday night, he’d try to lure you out again once he was sure he could keep a Super under control. I just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Us losing you. The family I mean.”

Helen didn’t miss the blush that crept over Violet’s features as she spoke, instantly knowing that there was some deeper reason that she was hiding. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that. And I definitely wouldn’t have if I knew you were going to run off and get yourself kidnapped on purpose. …Again, I’ll let your rash actions go this time. Just hurry up with your breakfast and go shower. We’ve got a day of shopping we never got to.”

As Violet headed for the shower, Helen sat quietly thinking, about something that she had really only begun to realize yesterday. Violet’s odd behavior and comments the past few months and what Mirage had told her about Violet and hers conversation on Saturday was slowly combining with the suspicions and thoughts that Bob had slowly been beginning to voice in the last three weeks, and finally, her own slowly growing feelings over the past year. It was all so suddenly crystal clear. And to her surprise, she wasn’t feeling any form of disgust or revulsion. If anything, she felt disappointment that she hadn’t figured it out earlier. Heart pounding like it hadn’t since she first met Bob, she stood up and headed for her bedroom.

Violet stood quietly in the bathroom, drying off as she felt her head start to spin over exactly what she’d done the day before. Not taking down Toy Soldier, that was just par for the course. And a little bit easier than some others to boot. But masturbating to the thought of my mother being hypnotized into slavery? And then picturing Dad titty fucking me? That’s…that is just sick by society’s standards. But…it felt so good to imagine that…oh god, I really, really need to see a psychologist or something. Yeah, there’s something that’s easy to bring up. Yes doctor, while I was helping to take down a nefarious villain, I started having these really detailed fantasies about fucking my parents, and I’m afraid my little brother is going to be next. Yep, that’ll go over real well…

Wrapping the towel around herself as she walked down the hall, Violet closed her bedroom door behind her and started rummaging through her drawers for something to wear. Back to the door, she let the towel drop and pulled on a red thong with the Incredible symbol on it, a bittersweet smile on her lips as she remembered her parent’s anger at Tony when he got it for her as a joke birthday gift, especially since he didn’t know the family secret. As she looked for a shirt, she slowly became aware that her bedroom door was open. Spinning, she put her hands over her breasts, staring in shock and breathless awe at her mother. She was wearing a short silk bathrobe that barely covered her pubic mound, and was wearing black high heeled shoes. Violet felt herself instantly become wet, her hair hanging in her eyes as she looked down to make sure it wasn’t visible through her thong.

“MOM! What are you doing?”

A blush crept over her mothers face as she walked towards Violet, slowly undoing the belt around her bathrobe, letting it fall down around her elbows. Underneath Helen was wearing a silk see thru bra and panties, her nipples visibly hard. Slowly, she reached up and pulled Violet’s shocked hands away from her breasts, placing them gently on her ass. “I’m giving you exactly what you want Violet. Because I love you too, in every way that you do.” And with that, Violet felt her mother’s lips press against hers, softly at first, then with greater intensity, igniting a white hot flame in her stomach. Slowly, Violet felt Helen break the kiss, her lips reaching out desperately for her mother’s. After a long moment, Violet finally opened her eyes, not even realizing that they had closed in bliss. To her lack of surprise Helen was facing away from her, her face red and obviously embarrassed, her normal air of self confidence completely gone.

“I’m…I’m sorry Vi, I have no idea what I was thinking, this is wrong and I shouldn’t be in here and”

Violet silenced Helen by grabbing her chin and kissing her again, delighting in the feel of her mother’s body melting against hers. Violet felt her moan vibrate through their chests as she slowly worked her hands over her mothers back and ass, the softness giving like taffy under her fingers. Violet felt disappointment flare through her again as Helen broke the kiss again, only to have it replaced by pleasure as she slowly worked her way downwards, kissing her neck and upper chest before fastening her lips around Violet’s right nipple. As Helen suckled at it, Violet felt both nipples begin to harden, even as she ground her hips forward, desperately seeking contact for her rapidly dampening pussy.

“Mom…” With that gentle groan, Helen slowly let go of her daughter’s nipple, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to it for a brief moment, before Violet felt her pull her thong off, the feel of the material on her aroused nerves causing her to shiver. She was then guided towards her bed, lowered as gently as possible to it. For a moment, Violet lay there silently, staring up at Helen’s beauty as she watched her slowly undo her bra, her large breasts falling free as she turned around, bending to remove her panties. Violet found herself giggling as Helen wiggled her ‘bootylicious’ rear as she stepped out of the panties, quickly followed by her shoes. Then, Helen pounced on the bed, crouched on all fours as she smiled at Violet, all traces of hesitation gone.

Slowly, Helen leaned down, tasting the soft strawberry scent on Violet’s lips as they kissed, the feel of her daughter eagerly arching her back up to her heaven on earth. Helen placed one hand over Violet’s left breast, then expanded it to cover both, massaging them gently as she pinched her own hard nipples with her free hand. Smiling, Helen felt Violet thrust upwards eagerly, her wet snatch coming in contact with her daughters stomach, juices smearing over her firm stomach. This continued for several minutes, Violet straining desperately against her, needful moans filling the room as Helen slowly ground against her, occasionally leaning down to take a nipple in her mouth, more juices lubricating her thighs at the perversion of a mother suckling on her daughter.

“Mom…ohhhh…mom, please…”

Smiling, Helen leaned down to whisper directly into Violet’s ear. “Please what Vi?”

“Please…eat me mom…pleaaase…”

“Only if you call me Helen when we’re like this.”

Helen grinned as she felt Violet tense underneath her, a small orgasm accompanied by a low moan shaking her body at the mere implication of that level of intimacy. Turning around, Helen lowered herself into the 69 position, her neck extending slightly for the perfect angle and her dripping snatch directly in front of Violet’s nose. Slowly, her tongue slid along Violet’s neatly trimmed pubic mound, causing her to shudder as more juices seemed to jump out, catching Helen on the nose. Smiling once more, she extended her tongue, easily lapping the sweet tasting girl cream away, before slowly pushing two fingers into her love tunnel. With a cry, Violet buried her face in Helen’s nether lips, tongue eagerly and instinctively flicking away and causing Helen to moan against Violet’s clit. Nearly intoxicated by the taste of her daughter, Helen slowly stretched her fingers, brushing against Violet’s inner walls as she swirled them gently, feeling her vaginal muscles clenching at her them. As the 18 year old bucked and moaned, bringing her mother closer to her own orgasm, Helen gently sucked and licked at her daughter’s clit, enjoying the feeling of the small hard nub in her mouth. Moving her fingers over Violet’s clit, she spread her nether lips apart and slowly slid her tongue in, lapping eagerly at her daughter’s steadily flowing love juices. This continued on for at least another ten minutes, the two women matching each the other’s tongue and finger pace as they slowly approached their orgasms. However, the steady give and take rhythm abruptly came to an end as Helen felt Violet stop licking her. Before she could even stop her out though, Helen heard the faint but familiar crackle of one of Violet’s force fields. She felt an irresistible pressure at her nether lips, accompanied by a faint static discharge that caused her to gyrate and grind her hips backwards in pleasure. Slowly, Helen felt the crackling energy being forced into her well juiced vagina, clenching her muscles tightly to get the most of the energy interaction, continuing to lick Violet at a much slower pace. She was almost forced to expand her vaginal walls though as she felt a large bubble at the end Violet was apparently holding, almost like the knot on a dog. Helen sighed as she felt the force field being slid out of her, then screamed in pleasure and pain as it was slammed back into her, her vaginal lips expanding then contracting almost normally as the knot buried inside her, trapped for the moment. With a cry muffled by Violet’s pussy lips she came, feeling her juices barely coating her insides before they seemed flood out of her, instead of her normal slow trickle.. Moaning, she literally lost control of her muscles as she collapsed in a heap with her face in Violet’s pussy, arms loosely wrapped around Violet’s knees, legs limp around her neck. For several long moments Helen lay still, wishing she could stay in this pleasurable numbness forever, the heat of her daughter’s body under her, their combined smell of sex filling her nose. Slowly though, she pulled her body back to it’s normal proportions and turned to face Violet, her vagina still feeling completely stuffed.

Violet grinned at Helen, her maternal juices all over her face and hair, the scent making her slightly dizzy with desire, slowly licking them off her lips. With great care, she slowly pulled force field dildo out of her mother, enjoying the gasp of pleasure that accompanied the bulb on the end popping free. Both women could see Helen’s juices glittering inside the narrow tipped, wide bodied tube, slowly dripping onto their combined bodies as Violet held it upright.

“I guess you weren’t moping every time you went running to your room after school, huh?”

“Nope. But I’m wondering, what are we going to do now. Are you just going to leave your hot and horny daughter all worked up while we’re shopping?”

“Mmm. Give me a minute to get some feeling back, and then I’ll show you a trick I used to use with Helenne.”

“Helenne?”

“Helenne Zephyr. You know, Stratogale?”

“Whoa, you dated Stratogale? Mmm. You have a thing for teenage girls, don’t you?”

“It was only for a few months after she turned eighteen. Six months after we broke up…she passed away. Her funeral was where I met your father for the first time though, so I think she’d be happy with the way it worked out.”

Violet smiled as her mother finally got her strength back, turning around and crouching over her with a matching grin on her face. A sudden slurping noise attracted Violet’s attention, and looking down felt her mouth drop open at the sight of a long bulge forming out of Helen’s lower stomach, just above her shaved pussy lips. As she watched, bits and pieces of the bulge shifted, rapidly forming an incredibly detailed penis, right down to the veins. It was a good ten inches long and at least half that in diameter. With a hesitant hand, Violet reached out and gently stroked the head, jerking back at her mother’s moan of pleasure. Staring in wonder at the control Helen had over her body, Violet could only think one thing.

“Please Helen…I want you to fuck my tits.”

Barely registering her mother’s surprised look, Violet pressed her breasts close together, then moaned in delight as she felt the wanted cock slide between them. Slowly, she lowered her lips to the head of it, running her tongue around it eagerly, giggling as the tip of it twisted unnaturally to slide into her willing mouth even as Helen continued to stroke it between her sweat slicked breasts. Violet found herself moaning in pleasure as more of her mother’s sweet, cinnamon like girl cum dripped from the head of the cock into her mouth, matched by Helen’s groans of pleasure as she tit fucked her only daughter. Their cries of pleasure only became louder as Helen grabbed Violet’s breasts, roughly kneading them and pinching the nipples even as Violet thrust her hips upwards, almost orgasming from the feel of her mother’s pussy lips against hers. Slowly, Violet slid two fingers into Helen, delighting in the feel of her vaginal lips greedily sucking at them as she finger fucked her own mother. For several long minutes this continued, the cock in Violet’s mouth occasionally twitching and releasing more girl cream as Violet brought her mother to several miniature orgasms.

A low groan of need spilled out of Violet’s lips as Helen finally pulled out of her mouth and away from her breasts, leaving a trail of girl cream across her body in the process. The sound quickly became a whimper of anticipation though as she felt Helen spreading her womanhood open, the thick cock head poised at her lips. With a single, quick thrust she felt Helen slide into her, filling her completely as she screamed with unimagined pleasure. Even in her wildest fantasies had she thought that it would feel this good, to be so completely and utterly filled by someone, especially her own mother. Wrapping her legs around Helen’s waist, Violet found that she could only cry out in happiness as she felt her vaginal muscles instinctively clenching together, eager to keep the hard length inside her. She was distantly aware of Helen’s own moans as she slowly withdrew her length before thrusting forward again, increasing the size of it even as it slid in, eliciting another scream of pleasure from Violet.

On and on it seemed to go, Violet whimpering in pleasure, more filled and happy than she had ever been, while her mother alternated between gazing at her in wonder and gently kissing her face, whispering her name as she did so. Finally, Violet felt the pressure in her that had been building for so long finally spill free, screaming Helen’s name as she came, love juices trickling down both their thighs. Through the dim haze of her pleasure, Violet felt her vaginal muscles constricting around her mother’s cock even more, so tight that she was able to feel every inch of it. With one final, slow thrust, Violet felt the cock begin to spasm and shoot her mother’s hot girl cum deep into her, even as she felt more of Helen’s love juices spilling out of her vagina, mingling with Violet’s own on the now ruined sheets, the sensations inside her bringing another mind shattering orgasm out of Violet.

After feeling her daughter’s tight, technically virgin womanhood milk her cock for all it was worth, Helen slowly lowered herself next to Violet, managing to keep her limbs from going elastic with exhaustion. Slowly, she ran one finger along her beautiful daughter’s inner thigh, gathering up their mingled juices and then brought it to her mouth. The combined sweetness and tartness caused her to moan in pleasure, before matching the sleepy, contented smile that Violet gave her. They lay quietly together for several moments, each basking in the afterglow of their activities until Violet broke the silence.

“What happens now Mom? I mean, is this the only time this is going to happen, and what are you going to tell Dad?”

“Well Vi…how would you feel if we told your father about this? And he hypothetically wanted to join us?”

Helen was intrigued to see Violet shudder and suddenly run her fingers along her pussy, more juices trickling out from between her lips. “I…I think I’d like that Mom. But…wouldn’t he be repulsed?”

Smiling, Helen reached out and ran her finger’s along Violet’s full lips, feeling herself getting wet again as Violet gently kissed the tips. “I don’t think so honey. In fact, I think he’s going to be very interested in what happened. He actually was the first to guess you felt like this towards me, and was dropping vague hints about you.”

“WHAT?”

“Why do you think he was the one to suggest and plan a camping trip just for him and the boys? He was curious about what would happen if we were left alone. You breaking up with Tony was just an incredible coincidence.”

Smiling at the slight pun, Violet snuggled in closer to Helen, resting her head gently on her breasts. “Then I’d like daddy to know very much Mom…” Then, as Violet slowly drifted off to sleep, Helen carefully extended her arm to the telephone and started to dial…

Hours later, Violet slowly awoke from her slumber, realizing that she’d slept the entire day. She also noticed that she was laying on her parent’s bed with her mother’s nude body pressed against her, apparently having fallen asleep after removing Violet from her own sex soaked bed. The fresh scent of Helen’s shampoo filled her nose, and she realized that Helen must have taken a shower before coming to bed. Wrinkling her nose at the scent of dried sweat and sex on herself, Violet got to her feet somewhat unsteadily and made her way to her parent’s bathroom, where she quickly showered, although she took plenty of time to touch and finger herself almost to another orgasm. As she toweled off, she smiled at how much things had changed since the morning, and how much happier and more free she felt. Not even bothering with the towel, she slowly sauntered out of the bathroom, and stopped short as she saw her mother sitting up on the bed, talking to her father. She also couldn’t help but notice the double take her father did at the sight of her.

“I called your father earlier Vi. He was very eager to get home and dropped Dash and Jack-Jack off at Lucius’.”

As she stood there surprised, Violet noticed for the first time the appreciative and appraising look that her father had towards her. Slowly spreading her legs and stretching her arms above her head, Violet ran her tongue over her lips and met her father’s gaze.

“Do you like what you see Daddy?”

Bob slowly stood up, undoing his belt and zipper as Helen lay back, fingers working at her pussy and nipples as she watched. “I don’t know honey. What I’m seeing is someone who has been a very naughty girl today. ” As Bob pulled his boxers down, his 14 inch cock sprang into view, and Violet felt her eyes go wide at the sight of it. It’s even bigger than I thought…This is going to be sooo much fun…

Slowly, Violet sauntered over to her father, the sight of her jiggling breasts causing his cock to spasm with desire as he pulled his shirt off. He’d lost even more weight over the past few years, and Violet sighed with pleasure as she pressed against his rock hard stomach, running her fingers over the muscles in his arm, keeping up the little girl voice she’d taken. “I have been bad, haven’t I Daddy? I slept with your wife and my mommy, and let her eat me out and fuck me like a man. Do you want to punish me Daddy?” As she spoke and continued to press against her father’s body, Violet felt his cock jerk against her stomach, precum dribbling out of it and running down her flat belly. “Is this what you want to punish me with Daddy? Do you want your bad little girl to give you a blow job Daddy? Hmm?”

Slowly, Violet slid down her father’s body, rubbing her breasts and nipples against his cock, delighting in the feeling of the warm cum smearing across her body. Smiling up at her father, Violet gently ran her tongue along his cock, the salty taste of his cum like the finest elixir to her. “I think I’m going to need some help Daddy, I can’t hold my breasts around your big cock all by myself. Can you have Mommy help me?”

“Uh…Dear, I think you’d better help Violet…”

With a smile, Helen slid off the bed and behind Violet, using her hands to press her daughter’s breasts around Bob’s cock, while Violet ran her own hands along both her slit and Helen’s, collecting their combined juices and rubbing them all over the thick shaft. After getting it lubricated, Bob slowly began sliding it up and down through his daughter’s cleavage, moaning at the feeling as Violet lowered her lips and engulfed his cock’s fat head.

Violet nearly orgasmed at the feel of her mother slowly kneading and pinching at her breasts and nipples as her father’s cock threaded between them and deep into her throat, nearly gagging as she struggled to take it in. Finally, she managed to loosen her jaw enough to take in a little over half of it, thanks to her father taking her by the hair and forcing her deeper, her tongue swirling over it even as she gently bit at the invulnerable cock. Reaching her hands between her legs, she began running her fingers over Helen’s slit, humming in accompaniment to her mother’s sudden moans of pleasure. Blindly spreading her womanhood open, Violet gently felt around until she found Helen’s clit, then began insistently teasing it, feeling her own juices dripping onto her leg and Helen’s thigh as she did so. Feeling Helen press tighter into her back, breasts squeezed against her, Violet sighed in contentment, causing her father’s cock to nearly dislocate her jaw with a powerful spasm, a jet of delicious, salty precum squirting into her mouth.

This continued on for almost half an hour, Bob speeding up and slowing down his thrusts randomly, several more spasms wracking his body as he discovered just how talented Violet’s mouth was. Finally, Helen’s husky, breathless voice broke the incestuous trio’s low groans and cries of pleasure.

“I…I think our little girl is ready Bob…”

Bob gingerly pulled his cock out of Violet’s mouth, leaving a trail of precum across her chest and smiling as she gingerly rubbed at her sore jaw. Picking her up, he gently kissed his daughter, feeling her return it, her tongue slipping into his mouth and eagerly seeking out his own. Matching her, Bob felt Helen’s arms wrap around both of them, pulling them into the sexiest embrace he’d ever been part of, his cock twitching and shooting more precum over Violet’s snatch and Helen’s stomach. Finally, Helen broke the hug, and Bob gently lay Violet down on all fours on his bed. Violet lay there for a moment before looking over her shoulder, hair hanging over one eye, desire clear in them.

“Please Daddy…I want you in me so badly…”

Nodding silently, Bob lined himself up behind Violet as Helen spread her womanhood open, the pink, nearly virgin interior seeming to call out to him. Well, it’s better when you just jump into cold water instead of easing in, so here goes… With a single thrust, Bob hilted himself three-quarters of the way into his own daughter, moaning in pleasure at her tightness, even as she screamed in combined pleasure and pain, prompting him to comfort her. “I’m sorry honey, but it’ll stop hurting once you’re used to it.”

Biting her lip, Violet merely nodded, even as a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips as Helen slid under her, wrapping her lips around one of her nipples. As Bob withdrew himself slowly, he felt Helen’s legs wrap around his cock, and looking down saw she was pressing her pussy and clit against it.

“Come on Bob…fuck your wife and daughter at the same time…make us cum with you…”

Nearly orgasming at his wife’s word, Bob could only nod as he thrust into Violet again, groaning at the feel of both of their clit’s pressing against his cock. Withdrawing faster, he thrust forward harder, actually managing to push Violet and Helen towards the headboard, twin screams of pleasure coming from them. Harder and faster he went, his own groans of pleasure mixing with theirs as he nearly drove Violet into the headboard, her arms vibrating as she held on and screamed with pleasure, quickly silenced as Helen kissed her. Finally, Helen came first, her legs tightening around his cock even as her juices squirting over it and onto his chest. Her cries of pleasure were stifled by Violet’s mouth as she tightened her grip on Violet’s nipples, leaving red scratch marks. The sensations assaulting Violet became too much as she felt her second orgasm of the day explode within her, stars flashing before her eyes as she cried out her parent’s names. Feeling his daughter tighten up, squeezing his cock in a vice grip, Bob came as well, Violet’s entire body jerking up and down as his powerful orgasm shot into her, filling her with blast after blast of his super seed, becoming trapped with her own juices thanks to his size. Finally, his cock twitched one final time, but was still hard as he gently began to pull out.

“No daddy, please don’t go. I love how you feel inside me…”

Smiling gently, Bob merely kissed her in reply, laying back with Violet resting on his stomach before gently drawing Helen’s limp body into another embrace, the three of them sharing a kiss as Helen ran her hands over both his and Violet’s bodies, all three feeling contentment over the new living arrangements that were sure to arise.