Trick or Treat, a halloween Quickie, conclusion

Angela took a day off from work and tried to find the strange house with the orange windows.
She had talked about this with Stella, but her daughter had just shrugged, and kept watching the TV. It had been a fun Halloween, she said, the most fun they had ever had.
The girl recalled the walking around, and the stops at various places, and even the lady with the red dress and her cupcakes. But beyond that, she only recalled a fun night, playing with her friends until they had come home.
But Angela did remember.
And now she wanted to know.
Finally, taking a random turn on the pedewalk, she found herself in front of the house. There were no longer candles burning along the lane, and no orange lights at the windows. But it was that place.
She felt a knot in her gut as she walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell.
The other kids remembered nothing, either.
Costumes, and games, and trick or treat.
The door opened, and Lilith arched an eyebrow and smiled at her. She was no longer wearing a red sequin dress, and there were no black horns on her forehead, but her saucy smile and her curves were as Angela remembered. In a tight pair of jeans and a red tank top Lilith was still gorgeous.
“I was expecting you,” she said, and she stepped aside to let Angela in.

“I want to know what happened,” Angela said, straight away.
Lilith chuckled. “You don’t remember?”
Angela snorted. “I do. And I think I am going crazy.”
Lilith led her into her parlor. There were nicely done erotic paintings at the walls, and exquisitely obscene sculptures on the shelves. Angela felt her nipples harden. She sat on a couch.
“You are not going crazy,” Lilith said, “if that’s what worrying you.” She offered her a cigarette. Angela refused with a shake of her head.
“But it’s not that what worries you, isn’t it?”
“What about the children?”
Lilith grinned, and lit her smoke. “What about them?”
“They do not remember anything.”
The brunette threw back her head and let out a long plume of smoke. “Oh, but they do,” she said in a dark voice.
“What do you mean?”
Lilith shrugged. She sat on a stuffed chair, and crossed her legs. Her toenails were painted black, just like her fingernails.
“It means that what they experienced is sitting in a dark nook of their mind.” She tapped the cigarette in an ashtray. “It will stay there forever, slowly growing and twisting them.”
“Twist them—?”
Lilith smiled. “You will see it in your daughter. She’ll grow up into a beautiful nympho, with a penchant for strange hair color and enthusiastically bisexual.”
Angela went pale. “You can’t—”
“Oh, but I did. There is nothing you can do about it. Nobody can. Stella will be the school slut by the time she’s fifteen. More or less at the same time Julia will start experimenting with drugs, and will dye her hair violet.”
“And Tim—”
“Will fuck his sister, of course, and your daughter, and anything with a twat that comes close enough. He’ll get his cock pierced by the time he’s sixteen. Maisha will adore it.”
Angela stared at her.
“And all the others—”
A shrug. Another pull on the cigarette. “They’ll change too. I’m sure Melinda’s already getting wet when she sees eight graders, and by the time she’s forty she’ll have collected a nice string of toy boys. Mike will be gone, by then, but after all he’s probably already eager to fuck women twenty years older than he is. And he won’t have trouble finding them.”
“And what about me?” Angela snapped.
“You?”
Angela nodded. “Yes, me. I was the only one that did not grow older. You made me younger, you bitch. I’ll never grow into—”
“A hot punk slut with big tits?” Lilith smirked, an evil light in her eyes.
“Yes!”
“You loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
Lilith stood. “Say it.”
“I loved it,” Angela said. She was not blushing anymore, and her eyes were hard and unflinching.
“What did you love, beautiful Angela?”
Again Lilith offered her the cigarette box. Angela selected a black cigarillo.
“I loved being young,” she said. She leaned into the flame Lilith offered. “I loved my body. My long legs, my big tits, my hard nipples.”
She took a long drag on the cigarette, and closed her eyes.
“Your pussy.”
Angela chuckled and blew out the smoke. “My well-traveled pussy, yes.”
She tapped the butt of the cigarette with the tip of the nail of her thumb, dropping some ash in the ashtray. There was a black heart tattooed between her thumb and forefinger.
“You liked the sex,” Lilith suggested, her eyes never leaving Angela.
“I loved fucking, you mean. Yeah, I loved every cock I had,” she gave her a dirty look, “and every pussy.”
She ran the tip of her tongue on her lips, tasting her black lipstick. She shrugged. She was wearing a black bra under a mesh shirt, and her boobs bounced when she moved.
“These are nice,” she said, lifting the half-smoked cigarette. “Got anything to go with them?”
Lilith grinned. “Vodka?”

Angela nodded. She finished the cigarette with one last deep drag and stood, balancing on her high-heeled boots. She ran a hand through her black hair, and then smoothed the tight black vinyl skirt over her wide hips.
Lilith came back with two glasses of vodka. She handed one to Angela, and then leaned over, locking her into a deep kiss.
Angela caressed her ass.
Then they let go and sipped some vodka. The glass clicked against Angela’s lip ring.
“And how’s Stella?” Lilith asked.
Angela grinned. “She’s turning into a little slut,” she said. “I’m pretty sure she’s stealing my cigarettes.”
“Girls will be girls,” Lilith said.
“Yeah, I was just like that when I was her age. Say, you’re doing anything this weekend?”
Lilith grin widened. “You’ve got any suggestion?”
Angela’s eye sparkles. “I’ll need to find a good baby sitter—”
Lilith bent and picked up her address book from the coffee table. Angela stared appreciatively at her denim-wrapped ass.
“I think I have the right girl for you.”
“Is she trustworthy?”
“Absolutely. And you can pay her in pot.”
They laughed, and staggered together to the bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off.