Emma was rapidly spiraling out of control, all of the shittness she felt she had buried had been dug up and thrown at her. Her boss was close to firing her, her hidden taste for rum was coming back like she was a distraught teen again. Cleaning and cooking wasn't apart of her plan any more.
Erika had convinced her mother to call her school and say she needed time off due to illness. Emma was becoming a puppet of her daughter and the Salve. It was blurring the memories in her head, several times she looked at Erika drunkenly and called her daughter "Eric". This was followed by a passionate kiss that gave Erika a hard on. She took to wearing pants and jocks since it could come and go depending on Emma's moods.
The closer Emma was to forgetting that Erika wasn't Eric the harder her penis pushed her to penetrate her mother. Emma was two weeks pass her spraying with the Salve when she looked in the mirror. She gasped, her hair and face was that of her teenage self. Her page boy haircut was long down past her shoulders, her makeup was more glossy and her face pimply.
She pulled on the male clothes of her youth when she was too depressed to care. She wore a white tee and jeans as she walked into her bedroom she saw Eric. Smash! her rum glass hit the floor.
"Hey babe..." Eric said.
Emma was woozy walking around, Eric was standing front of her but wasn't he dead? She sat on the bed tears flowing silently down her face wetting her shirt. Eric nuzzled her neck and started to kiss her but she pretended he wasn't there so Eric bit her on the neck. The old memories about pain being real came back...was Eric still alive?
Kisses started on her face but then headed south fondling her breasts as Eric pushed her back onto the bed. Lifting her shirt up exposing the floral pattern of her mandatory bra. She watched Eric take his top off showing his strong, but thin, body. He kicked off his own jeans as he tugged her pants and panties down.
In her stupor Emma felt something was wrong, her eyes were showing her Eric but her body showed her lower was smaller then her by several inches and alot of pounds. She had a mental image of her daughter with the marks of her height penned on the door frame like when she was a girl. 7 inches was the height difference between daughter and mother. She squinted at Eric face starting to suspect something when:
"Oh God!" she moaned.
Erika had slipped into her mother's pussy but Emma was fighting back, knowing something was wrong. Too late, she had been penetrated Eric was becoming bigger and stronger, his facial hair was turning black and flecked with grey. His skin was changing from white to the darkest chocolate color. Ed, the school gym teacher who had raped her when she was 16.
She tried to scream but Ed was now too strong his powerful arms pinned her hands above her head. The muscles in his body started to move and coil like those of a snake as his shadow blocked out the sun. It felt good but the memory of that man made her cry even more but her body and his started to find a rhythm.
"Ah..." she breathed
Her breasts bouncing without restrain her face was a mixture of sobs and orgasms. Her body won out.
"AH-HA!"
Erika climaxed inside her mother. But her memories carried her off deeper into past sexual experiences then Erika knew. Her mother kept gasping and wailing as if she were possessed by some unnatural force. She moaned like a tire deflating as the hormones and bodyrush mixed with the rum to put her to sleep.
Erika's first use of her mutated penis was messy but then so was her mother.