My Daughter Brought A Demon Home

Chapter 1

Wendy bustled between the kitchen and dining room. She hurried to add spices to the saucepan, set the table, and keep a careful eye on the clock.

Her daughter was coming home from college, and the thought put a pep in Wendy's step. It was finally winter break, and she would get a solid week to dote on her daughter, just like old times. However, little did she know the chaos the evening would bring.

"That should do it." Wendy gave a satisfied hum, and she turned the stovetop down to a simmer.

The smell of tomato sauce filled the air, and her stomach growled. However, she would have to wait. It was only one o'clock, and even if her daughter arrived now, it would still be a few more hours until dinnertime.

(I should grab some parmesan from the cellar fridge.) Wendy thought to herself. The upstairs kitchen was running low on the cheese topping, and Beth always used a little extra.

She began heading towards the stairs to the basement, but as she did, a knock came at the door.

"Mom! I'm home..." Three soft knocks came at the front door, and it opened.

"Beth!" Wendy paused mid step and rushed to the door, grabbing it as it opened and yanking it wide. "You're back!"

Beth had blonde hair, and wide hips. Her figure seemed more mature every year, and the sight made it difficult to think of her as a baby anymore, but Wendy still smiled at the sight, and she stepped forward, embracing her daughter in a hug.

"I'm glad you made it home safely." Wendy said, squeezing her tight in the embrace, and Beth nodded into her shoulder.

"It's good to be back, mom." They stood together, hugging for several long seconds, but then an awkward cough interrupted their embrace.

"Ahem." Another girl stood next to Beth, and Wendy blinked in surprise.

"Who is this, Beth? A friend?" Wendy stepped back and turned to her daughter, then the stranger. The other girl had long dark hair, a mole under one eye, and she appeared to be the same age as Beth.

"Yes. Mom, meet Jasmine. She's a... friend." Beth averted her gaze. " I met her in History 135."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Wistlowe." Jasmine stepped forward and offered her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too! What a little cutie, you are." Wendy took Jasmine's hand, smiling. "I can't believe you never mentioned her to me, Beth."

"We met at the beginning of the semester." Beth's ears grew bright red as she spoke, and she kept her gaze trained on the ground.

"I see..." Wendy tilted her head at her daughter's strange behavior, but she pushed it out of her mind. "Well, if you're a friend of Beth's you're more than welcome here. Won't you stay for dinner? I can even prepare the guest bedroom."

"I'd be delighted, thank you." Jasmine's smile broadened, and she stepped forward. Lightly, she placed one hand on her shoulder.

Wendy was wearing just a red camisole top, and the girl's fingers brushed over the side of her bare arm. Her eyes widened at the contact, but she didn't move to step away. Instead, she found herself transfixed in Jasmine's intense gaze.

"Your skin is so soft, Ms. Wistlowe. Do you moisturize?"

"You can tell?" Wendy smiled, but Jasmine continued to stare at her. Her brown eyes gazed into Wendy's without a hint of hesitation or blinking. Instead, her fingers continued to rub at Wendy's shoulder.

(She's quite friendly, huh?) Wendy thought to herself, but Beth stepped forward

"Please don't, Jaz." She tugged at the edge of Jasmine's jacket, and a hint of a whine entered her voice.

"Ah, my apologies. I can get a bit carried away." Jasmine took a step back, breaking the physical contact between them. "I hope I didn't offend you, Ms. Wistlowe."

"Offend me?" Wendy just tilted her head, confused.

"See, Beth?" Jasmine wrapped an arm around Beth's shoulders and smiled. "Nothing to worry about."

The way she clung to her daughter, Wendy thought Jasmine looked almost like a playboy, grinning at Beth with a knowing smile. However, it must have been her imagination. They were both women, after all.

(Those two must be good friends... I'm glad Beth found someone she can connect with.)

Her daughter looked embarrassed, and a deep red blush filled her cheeks, even reaching up to her ears, but it took a good friend to embarrass you like that. At the very least, Wendy could tell they weren't strangers.

"Why don't you two come inside. Dinner is at four, but why don't you relax until then? Your room is just as you left it, Beth."

"Thanks mom..." Beth stepped inside, followed by Jasmine who kept a tight grip on her shoulder.

"Yes, why don't we go relax. It was a long journey, after all," Jasmine said and gave Beth's shoulder a squeeze.

Wendy watched them go with a tilted head. However, as they headed up the stairs, she blinked and shook her head. (I gotta go get that parmesan.)

Chapter 2

Beth's heart pounded in her ears. As she stepped inside her room, Jasmine followed in behind her, and she closed the door, sealing them both inside.

"Ah, it's good to relax." Jasmine pulled off her short denim jacket and tossed it aside. "Your mom looked nice."

"Jaz..." Beth turned around slowly. "Please don't do anything weird to her."

"What are you accusing me of?" Jasmine smiled and sauntered closer. "Do you think I'd just fuck everything that breathes?"

"I didn't mean it like that..." Beth shook her head and took a shaky breath. However, it just brought in the smell of Jasmine's flowery perfume, and her head spun. The scent was seared into her memories, and just the smell of it caused her nipples to stiffen inside her bra.

"You're not wrong, though." Jaz stepped forward, coming face to face with Beth. "If I had the opportunity, I'd totally fuck your mom."

"Jaz- Ah!" Beth tried to protest, but Jasmine pushed her back, causing Beth to fall back on the bed behind her.

"It's funny, Beth. You don't normally get this flustered." Jasmine crawled on top of her, straddling Beth's hips. "Does the thought of me and your mom turn you on that much?"

"No way!" Beth raised her voice, but Jasmine just shook her head.

"I know you too well, Beth. You're nothing more than a repressed ball of nerves." Jasmine pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside and revealing her small pair of tits.

Despite the difference in size between her and Jasmine, Beth couldn't help but stare. There was something so delicate and sensual about Jasmine's body. The sight of it made her thoughts melt away, and she went silent.

"You're too easy to read." Jasmine stared down at her with a smirk and rubbed her breasts. "I could tell since we first met, deep down, you're even kinkier than me."

"I'm not..." Beth shook her head, but a whine entered her voice. Despite herself, she couldn't take her eyes off Jasmine's bare upper half, and a deep blush burned through her cheeks.

"Really? So, if I cornered your mom in the hall, and I fingered her up against a wall, you wouldn't get turned on? This blush in your cheeks has nothing to do with us doing this in your old bed?"

Jasmine lowered one hand down, and she rubbed against the crotch of her jeans, stroking her mons through the thick denim.

Even through her pants, Beth felt Jasmine's fingers distinctly. They formed familiar motions, rubbing against the apex of her sex in tight circles. Despite the embarrassment burning through her cheeks, a tingle of satisfaction ran out from beneath Jasmine's fingers, and Beth rocked her hips back against the touch.

"I bet your mom's just like you, sexually frustrated from years of abstinence." Jasmine shifted her weight and she pushed one leg between Beth's. With her knee, she grinded against the apex of Beth's jeans, grinding over her sex from the outside of her pants.

"Please Jaz..." Beth looked up at her and bit her lower lip. "I can't take this teasing any longer."

"Fine... Just keep your voice down. You don't want your mom to hear right? Or maybe you're into that?" Jasmine smiled and unbuttoned the front of Beth's jeans, exposing a black pair of lace panties.

(Ah, I don't know any more. Is she joking? Is she not?) Beth's head swam with arousal, but she could never get a good read on Jasmine.

Only a few months prior, she could have never imagined herself with another woman. However, ever since she'd met her, Beth's world seemed to have turned upside down. A strange heat burned through her body when Jasmine was near, and the only way to relieve it was her tongue between her legs.

(I'm sorry, mom. Your daughter has strayed from the path of god.)

Chapter 3

"It's time for dinner!" Wendy climbed up the stairs, heading to her daughter's room. "I cooked up a couple extra servings for your friend."

(I gotta make sure Jasmine eats well tonight. Need to put some meat on that girl's bones.)

Wendy couldn't get the sight of her out of her mind. They had only met briefly, but the girl looked like she could get blown away from a strong wind. If Wendy wrapped her arms around her, she could smother Jasmine's face in her chest alone.

(And yet... When I shook her hand, she didn't seem frail at all.) Her hand shake had been firm, and Wendy could still remember how she had stepped forward into it, placing one hand on her shoulder. There had been something 'electric' to her touch back then, and Wendy could still feel the shorter girl's fingers against her shoulder, rubbing lightly over her skin.

"Did you hear me? Dinners ready." Wendy came to a stop outside Beth's room, but there was no response. Instead, she heard a strange 'wet' sound, like someone was sucking on hard candy.

(Are they eating snacks, I wonder?)

Wendy would have normally knocked on Beth's door. She was a grown woman after all, she shouldn't intrude carelessly. However, she was with a friend today, so it ought to have been safe.

Without calling out again, Wendy cracked open the door and peeked inside.

Beth laid on her bed, facing away from the door. Jasmine lay on the bed as well, but she wasn't beside her daughter. Instead, Beth's friend lay between her legs, face buried in her daughter's crotch. The wet slurping noises were coming from Jasmine's mouth.

(Why isn't Beth wearing pants? No, why is Jasmine not wearing a shirt? No, why are they in that position?) Wendy's thoughts spun in turmoil and she took a step back. However, things only got worse.

Jasmine looked up, pulling her face away. She grinned back at her, lips glistening with wetness. The sight was sickening, yet Wendy couldn't look away.

Her heart raced, and blood rushed to her cheeks. As she stared into Jasmine's confident gaze, her knees trembled, and she took another step back. It felt like all the strength had disappeared from her limbs.

"Shh..." Jasmine raised a finger to her lips and motioned towards the head of the bed.

Beth wore a pair of headphones, and her eyes were closed. She didn't seem aware of Wendy's presence, but all the more because of that, the situation grew even worse.

She grabbed Jasmine's head, pulling her back between her legs. As Wendy watched, her daughter invited Jasmine's tongue between her legs, and she gave a soft sigh as the other woman resumed her licking.

(This can't be happening...) Wendy stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly. (Why... Why is Beth in bed with another woman!?)

Wendy rushed down the hall and stepped inside her room. Not thinking to even close her door, she rushed in and grabbed a cross from her dresser.

(Oh God, please deliver my daughter from sin. She knows not her actions, for her heart is clouded by the darkness of this world. Guide her back to your light, deliver her from sin, oh God!)

Wendy clenched the cross in her hands and prayed silently in her head. It was a prayer she knew well, but she never thought she would use it for her daughter.

(Grant her the strength to resist temptation and the wisdom to see the truth. Deliver her from sin, grant her redemption, oh God!)

She shook her head, clenching her eyes shut as she prayed, but nothing seemed to erase the image from her mind. Despite her fervent prayers, she could still see Jasmine's amused gaze, staring at her. She could still remember Beth's parted lips as Jasmine's tongue descended between her legs.

A blush rose to Wendy's cheeks, and her heart beat a little faster. Despite the sinful memories, a strange heat built between her legs. She reflexively clenched her legs, and a tingle of satisfaction ran through her womanhood.

(What is this..? Am I getting turned on? No way.)

Wendy began reciting a fresh prayer in her head, chanting words under her breath. However, no matter how much she prayed for her own salvation, the strange heat in her body continued to grow.

The sight of Jasmine's eyes, her touch when they shook hands, the arm wrapped around her daughter's shoulder. It all felt so wrong, yet the flushed, embarrassed heat in her cheeks continued to grow, and her nipples stiffened, pushing out her bra.

(Something must be wrong with me... Oh God, please give me strength.)

"Ms. Wistlowe?" A knock came at the door, and a pair of light footsteps entered Wendy's room.

"Who is it!?" Wendy looked up with wide eyes, and her heart sank at the sight of Jasmine approaching her.

She sat on the bed, still gripping the cross in her hands. Her thighs were clenched tight together, and a deep blush filled her cheeks. Despite the manic praying, her breathing still came heavy, and she couldn't shake the smothering heat between her legs.

"I'm sorry you had to walk in on us like that." Jasmine gave an apologetic smile as she approached, but Wendy shook her head.

"Stay away." Wendy raised the cross, holding it like a shield in front of herself. "I don't know what you did to Beth, but you aren't welcome here. Those sinful acts go against God's will."

Jasmine paused at the sight of the cross, but her gaze didn't falter.

"Ms. Wistlowe, I'm not sure how much you know about Beth, but she has never been into men." She gave a small smile. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but surely you noticed the signs, right? That she's a lesbian."

"The signs..?" Wendy shook her head. "No, my Beth would never do such sinful acts on her own. You forced her to-"

"When was her last boyfriend?" Jasmine stepped around the end of the bed, and she leaned against the dresser opposite of Wendy. "Has she ever kissed a man before?"

"She was saving herself for marriage." Wendy shook her head. "Beth's a good girl."

Wendy's hand trembled as she gripped the cross. However, as much as she wished to deny it, her words felt hollow. It had felt like a dream come true when Beth showed no interest in boys, but this was the result.

(I've failed my daughter. If I had pushed her to get a boyfriend, or if I talked more openly about sex, maybe it wouldn't have turned out like this. Oh God, I'm sorry to have failed you.)

Wendy lowered her eyes, staring at the ground. Her thoughts churned, and she desperately wished to blame the girl in front of her for Beth's sins, but she knew that wasn't fair. She had seen her daughter take Jasmine's head in her hands, pulling the other woman's face between her legs.

(I can only blame myself for this... I should have taken Beth to church more.)

"Ms. Wistlowe," Jasmine stepped forward and sat down next to her. "I'm sure this is all very confusing."

"No, I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." Wendy shook her head. "The world is changing, I know that. I just wish... I wish it didn't have to be Beth."

"It's scary, I know." Jasmine reached around and squeezed Wendy's shoulder. "The sight of us together must have been quite shocking."

"It was..." Wendy nodded, and a fresh blush of embarrassment washed through her cheeks as she remembered walking in on them. That was the last thing she expected to see on a day like this.

"It left you quite flustered, didn't it?" Jasmine lowered her hand, rubbing Wendy's back. "That's only natural, you know?"

"I..." Wendy trailed off as Jasmine's fingers traced over her back. They trailed up and down over her shoulder blade, rubbing insistently at the back of her camisole. "Yes, I got quite flustered..."

Even now, her heart pounded in her chest, and she struggled to breathe. The flushing heat in her cheeks refused to go away, and the feeling of her stiffening nipples inside her bra was very distracting.

"Have you ever considered dating another woman, Ms. Wistlowe?" Jasmine smiled and shifted closer, pressing into Wendy's side.

"No, of course not. I have a husband... Well, I had a husband." Wendy shook her head, and she tried to lean away. Jasmine was so close all of a sudden, she didn't even remember her sitting down next to her, but now she was close enough for Wendy to feel the warmth of her body.

Jasmine wasn't wearing her jacket anymore, and her low cut shirt didn't have any sleeves. From where she sat next to Wendy, her shoulders were fully exposed, and even her smooth armpits were visible.

Perhaps it was deodorant, or even perfume, but Wendy realized a faint floral scent clung on the girl. It was light and airy, yet overpoweringly strong. The smell filled Wendy's nostrils, and she felt it on her tongue with each breath.

"What about before getting married? You never looked at another woman before?" Jasmine's fingers traced lower, rubbing at the strap of Wendy's bra. "It's said women are the best at appreciating the female form."

Wendy's heart pounded in her ears, and she licked her dry lips. This was her home and her bedroom, yet she somehow felt trapped next to Jasmine. She couldn't bring herself to look away from those knowing brown eyes, and she felt herself falling into the girl's gaze.

"I... I would never look at another woman like that." Wendy answered out of instinct, but the minute she said the words, she realized it wasn't the full truth. (There was that one time, but that doesn't count...)

Wendy averted her gaze, looking out the window opposite her bed, but like a shark smelling blood in the water, Jasmine leaned even closer.

"Lying is a sin too, Ms. Wistlowe." She whispered the words in her ear, and the hairs on the back of Wendy's neck rose.

"I didn't lie. I have no interest in women. That's not natural. I..." Wendy looked back and trailed off as she found Jasmine's face inches from her own. The girl's mouth hovered a hairsbreadth away, so close Wendy could feel her breath against her lips.

"Sorry, did I surprise you?" Jasmine leaned back, smiling. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, that's quite alright." Wendy shook her head and took a deep breath. "There was one time I found an old playboy magazine. I will admit, I flipped through it out of curiosity, but I threw it away after."

"Really..." Jasmine resumed the massage on Wendy's back, rubbing up and down over her shirt. "Which was your favorite picture? Or were you reading it for the articles?"

"There's no way I would like those pictures!" Wendy shook her head indignantly. "I threw it away without reading a word of that devil's magazine."

"Really? There must have been one photograph you remember from it, right?" Jasmine leaned a few inches closer, and her hand trailed further down with each lazy rub on Wendy's back, reaching down to the small cusp just above the hem of her jeans. "Remember, lying is a sin, Ms. Wistlowe."

"I..." Wendy gave a dry swallow and looked away once more. "I did my best to forget those images."

"Yet you couldn't do it, could you?" Jasmine lowered her voice to a whisper, and her breath tickled Wendy's ear. "The more you try to forget, the more you remember. What was it that you couldn't get out of your mind, Ms. Wistlowe? Tell me."

"Ah..." Wendy's back arched, and she took a sharp breath as Jasmine's breath hit the back of her neck. (No, this conversation is going too far. I have to tell her to leave...)