Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen!
I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans!
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Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos
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A magical idol is purchased in an antique store by a couple, but instead of enhancing their love life, it changes Jennifer into a twisted lesbian who converts her mother, sister, cousins, and aunt into Sapphic love slaves. Her uncle, upon learning the truth about his daughters and wife being changed forever, throws the idol away and commits suicide.
Cursed: Return of the Idol
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Jill Watson finds the idol on her lawn and is immediately changed into a manipulative lesbian addict. She converts her assistant, her female clients, her neighbors, and even her own daughter! The last victims are Megan and her daughter Tilly who are being transformed in the midst of an epic lesbian orgy, but Megan's son destroys the idol at the last minute and the spell is broken. Or at least everyone thinks... The idol's power has hidden itself away in the eighteen year old body of Tilly Buchanan, who uses it to sexually enslave her own mother in a depraved act of lesbian incest.
Cursed: Spirit of the Idol
The Idol of Lesbos III -- Sacrifices
After the strange happenings in the Watson house, Billy noted that the friendships all the neighbors had with each other were all but shattered. It had only been three days since he destroyed the idol and burned its splintered pieces, but the scars it left on the women it touched remained.
Tilly, Ashley, and Cindy had always been close since they were the same age and neighbors for years. Now they barely spoke and the conversation was incredibly forced. Billy's mom chatted with Jill Watson once to see what they were going to do about all the damage in the house. Jill used the excuse that vandals broke in and smashed up the place. Homeowners insurance would cover most of it and the lie was sufficient to fool the rest of her family. Only Billy and the women who were there would truly know what happened, and nobody was willing to speak the truth. Nobody. The Watson's were barely in the house now while it was undergoing repairs, holed up in a cushy hotel somewhere nearby. Who knew if Cindy's dad and brother bought the story about vandals; Cindy avoided all contact with everyone at school, and Brian had to corner her in the lunch room to find out if she was okay.
Cindy confessed that things were extremely uncomfortable at the hotel. Somebody had charged one adult movie after the other on the suite's account and her dad was blaming it on her brother. The whole time she knew it was her mom Jill, but couldn't say anything. Billy believed it. He had witnessed the sexual escapades between Cindy and her mom Jill first hand. He watched them orally please each other while locked in a sixty-nine position after kidnapping Billy's sister. Jill was supposedly spending a lot of time at the office now since her clients seemed to be leaving left and right. After using the idol on them, they flocked to Jill. With the idol gone, the embarrassment of being sexually toyed with was too much to maintain their business relationship. But apparently some residual effects of its cursed magic remained with her.
Billy found out from Ashley that it was just as awkward in their house as well. Ashley told Billy that her mom Karen was a wreck and barely able to talk without stuttering. Although she didn't say what her mother did to her specifically, Billy got the impression from Ashley it was pretty bad. Bad enough to bring Karen to tears every time she saw her daughter. Now her dad was accusing her mom of having an affair. He was spending half his week at a friend's house and the other half fighting with Karen. What was she to say? That she didn't have sex with somebody else? Somehow he knew something was up, but clearly he didn't know the sordid details.
Billy's own mom Megan was still shook up over the matter. She swore her son to secrecy and begged him not to say anything to his father. After that, she stopped bringing up the subject entirely. Her book club was dissolved. Their power-walking group was gone. The social butterfly his mother once was had been replaced by a humiliated woman who everyone had seen kissing her own daughter on the mouth. Of course, nobody there was willing to bring up the indiscretion, having done similar things with each other or with their own daughters.
The only one who seemed to shine through the cloud of depression that hung over the neighborhood was Billy's twin sister. With three weeks left before graduation, she was not only unfazed by the bizarre incident but seemed like a new person. If Billy didn't know better, he'd say his sister was downright friendly, a quality she was not known for having. He asked her why she was so happy when everyone else was so distraught. "I supposed I'm just happy to be alive," she answered with a smile.
It was Wednesday when Billy was forced to grab a ride home with one of his teammates. The baseball coach was out sick and practice had been cancelled at the last minute. The lanky blonde haired boy had made a run for the bus before it left, but it was too late. Fortunately his friend Steve offered to drive him home.
Billy climbed out of the car, said thanks, and headed into the house. The front door was locked and he had no keys on him; his mom always left the door unlocked. Even if she hadn't, Tilly would have certainly just waltzed in without a care. The teenager had gotten too many speeches from his mom and dad however about keeping his keys in his backpack, so instead of ringing the doorbell Billy figured he'd sneak in the back or the side door. He went through the gate and quietly checked back door. The sliding glass was latched as well and Billy started to worry that his mom and sister went out shopping. The young man went to the other side of the house and checked the basement door and fortunately found it unlocked. He pulled it open and then gently closed it. It wasn't like he was sneaking up on anyone, but he figured if his mother saw him coming through the basement she would easily put it together that he left his keys behind. Of course now he had to figure out where he left them, but that was another matter.
Billy popped into the living room and then the kitchen, with no sight of anyone. He peaked out in the garage and found his mom's car still there, so somebody had to be home. Going back in, the young man walked upstairs. When he was halfway up he heard the squeaking of bed springs and immediately stopped. The sound was coming from his parent's room and a quick look through the railings told him that the door was wide open. The moaning was getting louder as he tip toed up the steps and into the hallway.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh Goddddd!" his mother was moaning.
"You like that, mommy? Huh? You like me fucking your pussy?" Tilly was calling out loudly.
His heart rate went through the roof. Were his mother and sister having sex? The thought would have been completely alien a week ago, but given what he had seen on the weekend it seemed plausible. Billy stepped forward as silently as possible and peaked into the bedroom where he confirmed his suspicions. His mother was on her side, her stocking clad leg up in the air as his naked sister pistoned a purple vibrator into his mother's cunt so fast that her arm was like a blur.
"Cummming! CUMMMINGG! FUUUUCKK!" Megan screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Say it, mommy! Tell me you're my dyke whore!" Tilly demanded.
"I'M YOUR DYKE WHORE! I'M YOUR OOOOOOOOHH DYKE WHORE!"
His mother spasmed violently as she pushed Tilly's hands away and tried to recover from the violent orgasm that seized her. His sister was smiling wickedly as she discarded the toy to the side and climbed on Megan's face.
"Now it's time to get back to your afternoon snack," she teased. Megan's arms flailed helplessly as she barely put up a fight to push off her daughter. Tilly ground her hips over her mother's face and pulled her hair to keep her balance. Groaning and squealing, the teenage girl was all smiles as she forced her mom to lick her pussy. "That's it. Lick your daughter's pussy really good. You know you love it!"
