The beeping of your phone was like that of a fire alarm going off in a crowded movie theater, snapping you straight out of the terror infused orgasmic daze of being blowed by not only one of the few thickest, beautiful, and somewhat well maintained women you know but also by your own mother...possessed by a creepy possibly benevolent homeless man out for some jollies or worse to ruin some lives with whatever power he had gained...Still, it takes a bit for you to even get over the mother bit of Jezzers perversions on top of knowing what happened was just plain up wrong and involuntary on both parties.
However, amidst yourself reflection and attempts to mend your mental and possibly physical wounds from blowing out your wad setting in the post orgasmic lethargic feeling that curses almost all men after doing some dirty deed your phone rings again snapping you too, "N-nows not exactly the best of times to be getting pestered..." You mumbled, slowly slipping your hand into the side of your jeans pocket before being reminded of the deed with your cum and saliva covered cock laying limp against your leg like some kind of deflated noodle, pulling out your phone and flipping it open to see multiple texts, some from Jimmy and one from the school giving everyone a yearly reminder of the upcoming Holidays and events before coming across to see four messages from some unnamed number. "The fuck is this...please I don't want to be haggled by some marketer, not at a time like thi-what the fuck!?" You nearly shout, slapping your own hand over your mouth and looking around the bathroom upon opening the text message reading out: "Hello, brother. You may not know I but I know of you and many more who have been inflected by this...blight!" The message read.
You look around again, swearing you felt your sanity slowly oozing out the back of your head with this mounting tension of having your mothers voluptuous body held hostage by some filthy asshole perv, still you felt a strange sensation to continue reading the message. "Introductions could be made later, at the Abysmas Cathedral of White Dr, and Weston. Please come for the time is near to purge those who hold those closest to hostage with the power of their own demon empowered minds." the message read, feeling a little lost in it's meaning near the end before reading on to make heads and tails of the damn thing which continue to go one about possessions and demonic infliction's with the more you read of the text the more it sounds like it's just some mass telemarketer scam.
However, the last message sent a chill up your back, "And you, Timmy, I want to meet you personally at your own expense, the time to act is slim, do not wait on events to proceed further...God Bless." It read, closing your phone and shoving it in your pocket you could feel your breathing becoming uneasy, hearing the soft clacks of his 'mothers' feet outside as thought she were exploring his home..."Okay, what the actual fuck...this is all too convenient...but what other options do I have?" You mumble to yourself, digging your teeth into your own lip, "I could tell Jimmy but it's Jimmy, the guy would get lost in a cardboard box if he could, on the other hand Jezzers might steal moms body for good and I'll be stuck with..." You gulp and feel the cold sweat roll off your brow. "Jezzer for a mother, and with how he's treating her? A future slut of the neighborhood..." You say, not really stuck with many options.
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