The choice was clear for Mark. Last time when he addled those soccer girls & their families with his clones he started with the daughters - although none of them had the Gately genes to give them fat racks. Unlike these ladies he had just scoped out. Mark was eager to get his hands on Rebecca's massive tits, and the teen daughters weren't too far behind either. Heather really did look like her mother's daughter, and Claire's admittedly thinner figure was no less attractive - despite her bookish appearance at times with bangs, glasses, and all. They'd be much more agreeable when their minds were supplanted by copies of Mark's.
While spying on the unsuspecting Rebecca in the kitchen, Mark noticed Heather come through and make her way to the house's basement. Peeking down there himself, he noticed several home workout machines and yoga mats. Heather would presumably be busy down there for some time - and Claire was occupied upstairs with her sketchpad when Mark checked earlier.
The Gately women were separated - each wholly vulnerable to Mark's perverted whims under their own roof.
Mark flew closer to Rebecca Gately, materializing behind her unaware.
***
Mark had first encountered Mrs. Gately in passing, while looking for targets in an airport. He was drawn to her professional, business-like demeanor - presumably flying somewhere for work.
Thankfully for Rebecca the conference wasn't too important, as Mark (wearing the body of a well-built security guard) shot her up with a clone and took her into the back rooms for a "cavity check". Though by the end of it they'd find that Rebecca Gately wasn't smuggling anything inside of her - besides the loads of cum Mark shot from his hijacked host.
Though Mark had his eyes on another catch that day, he certainly enjoyed messing with Rebecca's buxom form. He was easily able to grab her home address from the clone-addled mother, adding it to his list of long-term stay ideas.
And it was just recently that Mark got back around to her.
***
Rebecca was busy chopping up vegetables for tonight's pot roast dinner. Although she certainly didn't have to cook - what with the ridiculous amount of alimony the single mother was receiving - she enjoyed providing for her kids. Her blouse had a few extra buttons undone, displaying a deep provocative cleavage unusual for the well-endowed MILF to show off.
Though Rebecca would pause occasionally to look down at her heaving chest, she was mostly preoccupied with chopping the carrots and potatos for dinner. That was until a pair of Heather's lacy black panties was tossed onto the cutting board, stained with fresh cum.
"That was a good appetizer." Mark grinned. He approached from behind Rebecca, planting a hand on her ass over her jeans. "Thanks for the laundry, Becky."
"Anything for our guest, Mark." Rebecca responded sweetly, though she turned her head to reveal the same sleazy smile herself. "These cunts have some deep wardrobes to go through." Her motherly inflections faded to make way for a tone similar to Mark's. One of his clones already had control of her body.
"I believe it." Mark said, slapping Rebecca's ass and enjoying how the flesh jiggled. "Though it helps they're all so fuckable."
"And horny." 'Rebecca' fully turned to face him and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse - revealing those obscene, creamy mounds in a presumably quite strong bra. "Dinner can wait, Becky here has a lot of pent up tension to relieve."
"Fine by me." Mark answered, as Rebecca fished out his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. The Gately daughters were both oblivious to the body-hopping pervert in their home that had already snatched their mother - and they would be next.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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