Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... job, vines covered one side, and there were several shutters hanging askew. The house was beautiful, but in need of some gentle TLC.

But the worst part was that the house stood at the end of a long dirt driveway, in the middle of the fucking woods. And behind the house was something that looked suspiciously like some kind of large mud flat or quicksand or some shit like that. And the fragrance wafting off of the immense mud puddle was – disgusting.

“We’re spending our Thanksgiving – here? What the fuck.” Sindee shook her head. “I vote we ditch this and go to the beach like last year.”

Karen held up her hands in a supplicating gesture, her big, naked, puke-covered mom-tits quivering. “Slow down. Let’s not make any hasty decisions. Let me show you a few things before you jump to any conclusions.”

Sindee noted that, at the very least, the lawn was mowed and there were some fresh flower plantings in a side garden.

Behind the house, the stench from the mud got even stronger. There was a small backyard area with a patio and a barbecue, but then the land fell sharply down to the mudflats about ten feet below.

The expanse mud that stretched out across a hundred yards. The mud was fed by a spring to the left, but it clearly didn’t drain as well as it could have, because the entire area had a faintly unhealthy scent to it. It wasn’t quite like something had died, and it wasn’t like a swamp smell. It was something different, and it was a little bit nauseating. Sindee ...

... realized it was an oily smell.

As if reading her mind, Karen answered her question.

“There’s some kind of oil deposit under here. It’s small, not worth drilling for, but it gets carried to the surface by a spring, and turns this glade into a slippery, muddy, oily, disgusting mess. It’s like a big puddle of fetid lube. It’s awesome.

Karen walked to the edge of the oily mud and stepped into the mess. She immediately slid up to her knee.

“Are you sure this isn’t quicksand?” Sindee asked.

“Nope,” Karen replied. “I came up here twice already to check it out with a rope and a police radio just in case. I’ve covered the entire expanse of this clearing – every inch. It’s just mud. Oily, nasty, slippery, mud. It’s awesome. It feels really great up your ass or in your cunt. And it tastes...ugh, disgustingly hot going down and coming back up. And tomorrow this mud will be full of seven hot, sexy, horny, puking women. It’s going to be so fucking hot.”

“Why wait?” Gina asked, slipping into the mud up to her knees.

“Because we’ve already had our night-before fun. It’s time to slow down and leave something in the tank for Thanksgiving Day.”

Gina sighed and nodded. She and Karen climbed out of the mud and headed back up the hill to the house, stopping to wash her feet off with the hose before going inside. Sindee followed, realizing she was starting to get curious about this mud puddle where they would be spending Thanksgiving.

Inside, the house was beautiful but ...