Just as they were escorting the mesmerized Julie down the stairs, a figure appeared at the foot of the steps.
"And just what, the FUCK is going on here!?" Jen's mom staired at the three of them as if in complete disbelief, like she was sleeping. Julie stood with one arm, and a pussy on her face. Becca's underwear could not hide the monster between her legs so it tented the skirt she was wearing, and Jen stood with fresh tattoos on her neck, a third eyeball on her forehead.
"I got this." Becca said, taking the surprised opportunity and slashing the marker across Jen's mom's skin.
"Wait! You have to have her do it first -" But it seemed that was not the case, just a concept Jen believed to be so. Immediately her mom changed. Her mouth gone. Her eyes gone. Her arms fused to her sides.
"Guess what Sandy," Becca whispered in her ear, licking her cheek and earlobe. "You're fucked. Now, right this way." She then pulled Jen's mom Sandy along, threw a jacket over her, hiding her head and body, and pushed her into the back seat of her car. Julie joined her, and without a moment's hesitation, they were off.
Becca did not leave far, and within 5 minutes they had reached her house. It wasn't a great house, kinda run down but it was a work in progress that was actually being worked on. Most importantly, Becca lived alone, and this horror story could remain a secret a while longer. Julie and Sandy found themselves inside and before long, seated on a rather nice couch, Sandy unable to see where she was, and Julie unable to even think about where she was.
What games would be played this day. Jen rightfully so, knew the 'fun' had just begun.