Jessica wiped her head as she put the last dish into the dishwasher from the morning's Saturday brunch. The spacious kitchen still smelled of pancakes and bacon. She gazed over to her husband, Josiah was relaxing on the living room couch, tablet in hand, and college football playing on the TV. Her nineteen-year-old daughter, Amanda, sat in the recliner next to him, typing away on her laptop. It was almost saccharine enough to make a Norman Rockwell painting out of.

Jessica reflected nostalgically on her life in that moment. She reminisced about meeting Jisiah at their church group in high school and dating for years before finally getting married when they both turned 18. Her journey from newlywed giggling bride to proud mother of a high school graduate was meticulously documented on the walls of her house. Her eyes shifted from a baby photo of Amanda to the young adult who had grown into the spitting image of Jessica at her age. She shared her soft features and wide brown eyes, but inherited her father's black hair, which cascaded down to her mid-back. She was as beautiful as Jessica had been and inherited her curvy body, but Jessica was most happy to have a daughter who valued intelligence. Jessica had never gone to college, and to have a daughter getting a professional degree made her heart swell with pride.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang out with a pleasant ding-dong.

“I wonder who that could be,” Josiah curiously gazing at the front door. He began to get up from the couch when Jessica gestured for him to stay seated.

“I got this, honey. You enjoy your game,” Jessica said as she began walking to the front door. She stopped in front of a mirror by the door to make sure she was presentable, smiling sweetly as she looked over herself. A face framed by perfect curls of brunette hair and tastefully done makeup smiled back at her when a second ring echoed in the house. Jessica frowned at the impatience of her unannounced visitor. 

“Just a moment,” she called from inside as she strolled to the door. 

Suddenly, a strange sensation tickled down her spine. Her arms started to get goosebumps as she put her hand on the door handle. It was strange and disquieting, as if something inside her was begging her to turn around and enjoy quiet time with her family. Still, she pushed past the instinct and opened the door.

There, standing on her quaint front porch, was a pale young man dressed in a full black suit with a red dress shirt. His midnight black hair was slicked back with sunglasses on top of his head and he seemed to be chewing on something, though Jessica couldn't tell if it was chewing gum or tobacco. His red eyes seemed to pierce her soul and left her very disquieted the longer he looked at her. 

“Hello there,” he said with a smile that made Jessica shiver in her shoes a little.

“Um hello, can I help you?” Jessica managed to squeak out, trying not to slam the door in his face.

The man chuckled. “I'm new to the neighborhood and was just introducing myself before I moved in. The name is Lucian,” he replied, extending a hand out for a handshake.

“Jessica,” the terrified woman said as she did her best to put on a polite smile while she shook the mysterious man's hand. His grip was freezing cold, as if he had dunked them in ice water before knocking on her door.

“It's nice to meet you, Jessica. I assume there are more people living in your lovely home?”

Jessica shuddered. “I don't think that is any of your business, Mr. Lucian. It is a pleasure meeting you, and I’m sure I will see you around the neighborhood,” she said as she attempted to close the door and slip back in the house.

“Whoa there,” Lucian said, putting his hand on the door, propping it open. “What happened to manners these days. Your new neighbor comes over, and you don't even introduce the whole household?” He said with a toothy and vile grin.

His eyes darted to the wall where Josiah and Jessica's wedding photo hung. “Ah, that must be the man of the house. Do you mind if I take a look at this?” He asked, not even bothering to wait for an answer from Jessica. He stepped gingerly past her and pulled the photo down off the wall, gazing at it with his same creepy grin.

“Wait a minute, sir! You just can't barge into my home and take my photos of the wall,” Jessica protested, gazing back toward the hall, praying Josiah would come help her with the uninvited house guest. “If you don't leave this instant, I'm going to call my husband over!”

Lucian only smirked. “Husband, you say? I don't see a husband in this picture,” he said, handing the photo back to Jessica. “But you can tell me what you see.”

Jessica's jaw dropped with shock as she looked at the photo. It was nothing like what she had walked past countless times before. Her wedding dress was a classy, conservative one when she had married Josiah, but the photo showed a low-cut cut sexy number that showed far more cleavage than she was comfortable with. She was also wearing a jarring amount of makeup, but that wasn't the strangest part. Her husband was totally gone from the picture! In his place was another bride with gorgeous black hair wearing a similarly low-cut dress, but in black, gazing lovingly at Rebecca.

“What kind of trick is this!” She screamed at the smirking face before her. “You think this is funny?”

“I don't know what you are talking about, Jessica. It's your wedding photo.” Lucian scoffed. “Maybe you can try and think of that day. Refresh your recollection a bit.”

Jessica involuntarily did as he asked and gasped. She found she could no longer remember what Josiah even looked like as his memory began to fade from her mind. In his place was Jezebel. She recalled meeting her at a gay bar she snuck into with a fake ID on a dare from some friends, and immediately falling for the dominant goth girl, quivering as Jezebel nibbled on her ear between drinks. That night, she had gotten so drunk that Jezebel took her to her apartment. Jessica tried to resist the temptation that night, but soon found her face in Jezebel's snatch while Jezebel's face was buried in her's.

She tried leaving Jezebel so many times after that night, attempting to hide her shameful tryst from her family, boyfriend and church friends. Unfortunately, Jezebel had Jessica wrapped around her fingers, constantly tempting Jessica with lurid photos of her pussy with captions like “it misses you”. Eventually, word got out when she was caught masturbating to a photo during Sunday service, and she was kicked out of her home by her furious parents. That wasn't a problem, because she could finally move in with her loving mistress, who kept her satisfied every night. 

“Babe, you didn't tell me Lucian was here!” A sultry voice came from behind her. There, a middle-aged Jezebel stood in a low-cut leather top and matching mini skirt, complete with her typical goth makeup and strappy heels. “I haven't seen him since our wedding!”

Jessica's head swam in fog as she watched her wife pull the creepy man who barged into her home in for a hug. Was he at their wedding? They were married? Her brain repeated the questions, trying to make sense of her new reality. The room seemed to shift more and more with every passing moment. The cream walls of their home began to turn a striking shade of red with midnight black highlights.

“I-I think I need to sit down,” Jessica muttered as her vertigo continued to worsen. She slowly began to walk to the living room, trying to just stay conscious and make sense of the situation. She trudged into the room where college football had been replaced with 90 Day Fiancé, Jezebel's favorite show. Thankfully, Amanda was still there, something to anchor her in that moment. Jessica slumped back in the black leather armoire, which had replaced Josiah's favorite couch in the shifting living room.

“Mom, are you okay?” Amanda said, glancing up from her homework.

“Your mom's fine, Amanda,” Lucian said as he walked into the room with Jezebel on his arm. “She's just a little confused at the moment. Maybe looking at some photos will help her recenter herself.”

Jessica shook her head violently, her mom's jeans and turtleneck feeling so hot at that moment. “No, no more, I need time to myself,” she groaned.

Amanda put her laptop down and moved to the armoire, and held her mother close. “Mom, you're scaring me. Just look at this and try and ground yourself,” she said as she grabbed a photo of Jezebel and Jessica holding the newborn Amanda at the hospital and shoved it into the quivering woman's hands.

Jessica looked at the photo, confused at how she had Amanda with Jezebel. Again, unfamiliar memories flooded her head as she tried to make sense of the photo with her current reality.

“Babe, I know it sucks that your parents kicked you out, but I can't afford to feed both of us on just my income,” Jezebel said at the breakfast table. Jessica felt a shiver run down her spine as the raven-haired beauty stared her down with a scowl. Something about that face and her nose ring made Jessica melt every time.

“I know, but I'm just not comfortable showing off my body like you do. What you do is sinful, and I'm just not the type to do that kinda thing. I'll find some other way to pay you, I promise.”

Jezebel scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You keep saying that, and here we are 3 months later with me having substantially more credit card debt than I had before I met you. This isn't a conversation, you can start working with me, or you can get the fuck outta my house.”

“Babe, you don't mean that,” Jessica pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jezebel stood up and walked over to Jessica, towering over her in her six-inch heels. “Listen, you little whore. You can try and be the person you were before your shitbag parents and friends kicked you out of their lives, or you can change with the times. Licking my pussy good doesn't mean I just forgive you for being a leech on my finances. I can find a better toy to play with by the end of the week that won't drain my wallet. So what's it going to be?”

By that afternoon, Jessica was bent over the bed, taking a strap-on from behind while a camera recorded every lurid detail to an audience of fans donating their paychecks to the couple. Jessica quickly rivaled Jezebel in solo stream revenue, and the pair were quickly scouting wedding venues on the beach together.

“What do you think of Bermuda for our honeymoon, babe?” Jezebel asked while Jessica spread her legs wide for the camera for her latest album. 

‘Sounds expensive,” Jessica replied before biting her lip as the flash of the camera went off.

Jezebel grinned evilly. “Well, a very generous donor has made a very enticing offer to fund the trip.”

Jessica frowned. “What do you mean by that, Jez?”

“You know how your bi ass can't stop whining that you never got to experience dick?”

“Babe, I don't like where this is going.”

Jezebel rolled her eyes. “Jessica, it's 20 grand for 1 night, and then we get to have the honeymoon of my dreams.”

“Dammit, Jezebel, no. I'm not selling out my body to some creep online, I don't know.”

Jessica grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “And what if it was someone you do know?”

Lucian was Jezebel's bestie. They had met on some occult website and connected over trying reality-altering spells to improve their situation. He was charming enough, and after Jez pleaded with her for weeks to take his offer, she reluctantly agreed. The three had a raucous orgy on their wedding night, utterly ruining Jessica's wedding lingerie as Lucian and Jezebel double-teamed her. She lost track of how many loads of his she took, and because she had usually had no need for birth control in her relationship with Jezebel, one thing had led to another. Soon, Jessica was doing shoots showing off her growing belly.

The memories hit Jessica like a sledgehammer as she trembled helplessly on the couch, her crop top and booty shorts hugging her body tightly.

“Just our luck, daddy,” Amanda whined as she looked at Lucian lovingly. “You finally visit, and now mom is sick.

Lucian chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, she must have had too many mimosas at brunch this morning. But your mom is a tough cookie; she rolls with the punches.”

Jezebel nodded in agreement as she took the photo from her lover's hands. “I think she is just nervous about our big shoot today. She took it so hard at first when you dropped out of high school to follow in our footsteps!”

Jessica shot up from the couch in an instant. “You did what! No, not my daughter!” she cried, knowing even in the haze her head was swimming in, that she would have never accepted such a thing.

Amanda laughed. “Oh god, Jez, you got her to relapse. Mom, just take a look at this photo and remember, she said, handing another image from the coffee table.

Tears leaked from Jessica's eyes as she looked at what was once her happy photo with Amanda at her graduation. Instead, it now showed the two grinning together at the business computer, Amanda's new OnlyFans page activation displayed proudly. The familiar fog of memories again consumed Jessica.

“Amanda, please reconsider,” she begged at the kitchen table, a robe covering her lace lingerie from the day's shoot. “You don't want to end up like Jezebel and me. An education is a path to a good job, a life in your hands.”

“Mom, I just wanna be like you and Jez!. You bring in 200k every year and get to go to fun parties like every month. That sounds like a great job to me.”

Jessica sighed, “It's not just about the money, Mandy. It's about what control you have over your life and being a better person. I didn't have a choice after my parents kicked me out of the house for loving Jezebel.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “It doesn't sound like much of a choice to me if I can't pick the option that fulfills me.”

Jessica stared down at the table for a moment, mulling over her daughter's words. After a minute of thinking deeply, she looked up with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face.

“You know what, you are right. I need to be a supportive mom and be happy for the path you choose in life!” She said as tears dripped from her cheeks. “Let's find some hot stuff for you to wear for your first stream! The boys online love mother-daughter action!”

Amanda squealed with delight and hugged her mom tight. “Thank you, mom! I'm gonna make you and Jez proud!”

Jessica shuddered as her mind again returned to the present, as she stared at her loving family around her. Jezebel looked immaculate in her hot black leather harness with exposed her still perky breasts and pierced nipples. The goth milf looked like any boy's wet dream in her all black makeup, contrasting with her pale skin. Amanda was now dressed in a cute, sheer black teddy that showed her less developed curves and supple young body. It was equal parts adorable and sexy, just like her makeup and red hair highlights. And then there was Jessica's ensemble. The green corset elevated her large breasts in a mature, dignified manner, her hair dyed pure auburn and curled to perfection, to show the maturity her body possessed after these years of work. Some wrinkles may be starting to peek in at the edges, but when she walked out to get the paper in the morning, the high school boys still turned heads.

“Ready to begin, ladies?” Lucian asked as the home shifted one final time. The once standard suburban home became a Victorian manor dedicated to fornicating. The decorations on the walls were replaced with the various sex toys Jezebel penetrated Jessica with on stream, and plaques commending the couple's success in the online porn industry. 

The furniture was now all hand-selected by Jezebel, striking black wood, contrasting with bright red cushions and throw pillows. A stripper pole appeared in the center of their living room with a camera placed on the wall facing it.

All three women giggled at Lucian's question, and Jessica answered for the three of them. “Lead the way to the bedroom, tiger,” she said with her eyes half lidded and pussy growing moist.

Lucian beckoned the trio with a finger, and the group made their way to the master bedroom, a king-size Victorian bed in the dead center with an HD camcorder connected to their work PC pointed squarely at it. The three women took positions that they had discussed that morning. Jessica and Amanda sat on the bed while Jezebel manned the camera to start the shoot. Jezebel wordlessly counted the actresses with her fingers, and the red light of the camera turned on. With a smile, Amanda started with the planned script.

“Mom, I'm just so nervous, what if I can't please him?” she said softly with an earnest pleading gaze that made Jessica's heart swell with pride. Her daughter was a natural. 

“Honey, I've known your father for years. I'll be here every step of the way to guide you,” she cooed, holding her daughter close in a grim perversion of motherly love.

Right on queue, Lucian strolled into the room, sunglasses down as he approached the pair. He walked straight to Amanda, who quivered as he approached. With a deft hand, he took her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. Jessica blushed as her daughter made out with her father, a hand sneaking between her legs while Jezebel filmed every second.

“Now, Mandy, your momma promised daddy that she would teach you what he likes since it's your first time, so pay close attention,” Jessica said as the two broke their kiss. Jessica slid off the bed and onto the plush carpet with the decades of skill guiding her movements. She quickly undid Lucian's belt, and with a quick tug, his pants and underwear were around his ankles, exposing a hard erection which Jezebel zoomed in on as Jessica fondled it delicately in her hands.

“The first thing to know about your father is that his glans are very sensitive,” she instructed, punctuating her statement with a lick of Lucian's penis. She gazed with half-lidded eyes seductively at her daughter. “He appreciates when you give them special attention.”

Amanda blushed while she watched her mom suckle the tip of her father's penis methodically.

“Listen to your mom, Amanda,” Lucian said, punctuating his statement with a satisfied grunt. “She knows what she is doing.”

“While you service a man's tip, be sure to stroke his shaft. Watch mommy closely so you know how much pressure to put on your strokes,” Jessica continued, committing to her lesson with the passion of a tenured professor. Lucian shivered with pleasure, admiring his handiwork while the milf at his feet instructed his own daughter on how to suck his cock just right. 

After only a few moments, Lucian grunted. “I think she's ready to try herself,” he said, as he ran a finger up Amanda's slit, getting it coated in her juices, which had begun to create a wet spot beneath the teen. Removing his shoes and stepping out of his pants, he took his position on the bed, lying back with his dick pointed straight toward the ceiling. Both women crawled on the bed, flanking him on either side. Jezebel removed the camera from its stand and changed the angle to capture every moment.

With Amanda blushing, staring lovingly at her mom, Jessica spoke in a husky tone dripping with sex.

“Now make momma proud.”

Amanda nodded and wordlessly followed her mom's instructions, mimicking the movements Jessica had taught her down to the smallest detail. Jessica brimmed with pride and joined her daughter in worshiping the penis before them, taking Lucian's balls in her mouth. The two began to work in tandem, each playing with their pussies with their free hands as they coaxed Lucian to orgasm, which his quivering form indicated was fast approaching. Jezebel caught every detail, her hand steady and experienced at guiding the camera to the best shot.

“Oh fuck,” Lucian groaned as he came, spraying mother and daughter while Jezebel captured every spurt. There, with cum flying into her hair, Jessica quivered as she made a new memory to put on the wall of her family home.