Incest/Taboo Alien Mind Control from Planet P

We had an enormous need for physical materials. We had to build cocoons, Air Loves, Unity Towers, and other things that didn't use brick and steel but did require organic materials. We also wanted to produce an injectible version of the Serum, but in order to do so in large quantities We needed the service of a biochemical company.

The Wellnex Corporation would seem to suit Our needs quite nicely. It was a large company, but privately owned, and easily manipulable, if We could get to the CEO. But Trevor Dayton was not easily accessible. He had a tight inner circle of friends. We were trying to develop connections to coworkers, but that effort would take time. The road from a random employee up to the CEO's office could take seven or eight jumps, and We didn't have the time for that.

Fortunately Dayton's wife Alissa was accessible. And Yung Suk Ho was the instrumentality used to access her. Yung Suk was a vibrant artist who We took an unusual interest in early on. Her passion for her art easily translated into joys of Infecting others. She was much better at it than most. The chase, the seduction, the domination, the sense of enjoying a good challenge--all came much easier for her.

One day Yung Suk Ho took the place of Alisa Dayton's regular yoga instructor.

"What happened to Michelle?" Alissa asked, looking delicious in her spandex tights which tightly hugged her crotch and ass. Yung Suk looked forward to sampling both.

"She caught a virus that's going around," Yung Suk smiled.

"Oh, I hope she'll be ok," said Alissa.

"She'll be fine. Everyone's getting it," Yung Suk assured her.

Yung Suk conducted the class much as Michelle would have, with a special emphasis on the 'cow pose', where students were on their hands and knees, with their asses pointing up invitingly, and the 'happy pose' where students were made to lie on their backs, raise their knees to their chests, and spread their legs. As Alissa complied, Yung Suck, staring through her open legs, couldn't help but smile.

After class, Yung Suk complimented Alissa on her limberness, and offered to give her a few extra pointers. Alissa readily agreed.

With the other students gone, Yung Suk had Alissa assume the "happy pose" again. She started giving Alissa tips as she gently touched Alissa's hands and face, working the pheromone into her skin. Alissa started to get sexually excited. She saw a look in Yung Suk's eyes, a look of predatory hunger, but instead of worrying her, it drove her further into arousal.

Alissa looked down and saw that her own nipples were proudly erect, sticking out of her spandex outfit.

"You're making good progress," said Yung Suk, and then she reached in, and traced Alissa's lips with her own, before kissing her.

Alissa moaned. After that, her body became limp and submissive. She smiled as Yung Suk started to rub between Alissa's legs.

"Yum, I've been waiting to do that for a whole hour," said Yung Suk. "How does that feel?"

"Nice," said Alissa, feeling embarrassed, as Yung Suk rubbed her through her yoga tights.

"It feels even nicer without clothes on. Here, let me show you."

Within minutes both of them were nude, locked together in lesbian love, and Yung Suk was putting her Serum coated fingers inside of Alissa's vagina. Yung Suk enjoyed Alissa's moans of pain even more than her moans of pleasure. As Alissa groaned from feeling the burning sensation rising into her breasts, Yung Suk was occupied sucking out some of Alissa's mental energy. She sampled some of Alissa's intense love for her husband. It felt glorious, like eating a thick, juicy steak. Yung Suk drained as much as she could.

And then, when it was done, and contact had been made, Alissa was only too eager to Infect her husband.

Yung Suk expected results by the following day, but was disappointed. Alissa had made love to her husband, as We told her to. She totally obeyed Us without any resistance. Like all human animals, she was easily controlled.

But after Alissa had had sex with her husband, Trevor, he experienced some discomfort, and felt a twinge in his head. But that was all. He hadn't been fully Infected. In a panic, Alissa had made love to him a second time, but the response was still the same.

Trevor Dayton was immune to Infection.

It was to be expected in some cases. We had designed an intelligent virus intended to dominate more than 99% of the human population. It was known that there would be exceptions. One possible solution would be an injection of pure Serum, directly into the bloodstream. That was expected to be 99.99% effective.

The problem is that they didn't have any Serum. Not yet. That's what We needed Wellnex for.

Yung Suk talked over the problem with Anna.

"We could try to co-opt another biochemical company," said Anna.

"We do not accept that," said Yung Suk. "We have invested considerable time trying to Infect this company. We cannot afford to waste any more time." She was speaking for herself, but also for Us.

"What do you propose?" Anna asked.

"A direct connection to the Revered One."

Anna frowned, and winced at the name. "Isn't that a little extreme?"

Yung Suk was adamant. "This is not some random person we are talking about here. This is the head of one of the largest biochemical companies. We need him Infected as soon as possible."

"All right," said Anna. "But it's going to be painful," she said.

"Yes, it will," said Yung Suk, smiling.

It took two days of badgering for Alissa to persuade her husband to come to the warehouse. She told him she wanted to rent an artist space to showcase her paintings. He readily agreed to let her rent the space. But Alissa said she wanted him to come and look at the space she was thinking of renting.

"Why?" Trevor had said. "Whatever you pick is fine."

Alissa's eyes welled up with tears. "You never show an interest in what's important to me!"

"Dear, I just have no time. I have a million things I have to deal with at work," said Dayton.

"Just one hour. For once, just give me one hour of your time," said Alissa. "Show me that you love me," she said, pressing her breasts against him.

"All right," Dayton sighed. "If this will make you happy."

"More than you can possibly know, dear," said Alissa.

Later that morning, Dayton was surprised when Alissa drove him to the warehouse. "You're renting space in a warehouse?" he asked.

"All the trendy artists do it," said Alissa.

But when they went inside the warehouse, they saw something entirely different.

The walls and floors were covered in some kind of beige material. Soft. Spongy. It looked like the inside of a giant creature's stomach.

"What is this?" said Trevor, looking around him, immediately forgetting why he was here. He immediately recognized the walls were organic in nature. There were a row of cocoons along one wall. And there was something... something with tentacles... with a giant white eye... soaking in a shallow pool of black liquid.

"Welcome, Mr. Dayton," said Gretchen McCallister. She and Yung Suk and Anna had entered the warehouse behind them.

"What is all this?" Trevor asked.

"Just a little something We need your help with," said Gretchen.

"What kind of help?"

"We want you to help us to infect the entire population of the planet Earth," Gretchen explained.

"Infect?" said Trevor. "With what?"

"With Us," said Gretchen, smiling as she put her arms around Yung Suk and Anna, who were also both looking pleased with themselves.

Trevor looked at his wife.

"Did you know about this?" he asked.

"Of course, dear," she said, beaming at him.

Trevor turned to Gretchen. "What have you done to my wife?"

"Follow me and find out," said Gretchen. She casually walked over to the Revered One, her ass cheeks swaying. Its tentacles were moving slowly.

Trevor stared at the horror in the black pool with tentacle arms and a bright shiny monster eye.

"I'm not going there," said Trevor, not liking the look of that creature.

"I think you are," said Gretchen. She looked meaningfully at him. He locked eyes with her, and she smiled as he felt his body surrender to her ESPer mental control.

Trevor, struggling furiously, found himself walking slowly to the Revered One, as if his body were controlled by someone else. He stopped about five feet away.

The Revered One raised a tentacle with a yellow ending on it. It looked almost like a bee stinger.

"Are you ready to become part of Us?" Gretchen asked.

"No!" said Trevor.

"No is the new yes," Gretchen smiled.

A tentacle shot out and grabbed Trevor by the waist. He gasped as it reeled him in. As it did so, a second tentacle lashed out, grabbing him. Slowly the tentacles rotated him until the back of his head was facing the creature. A yellow tipped tentacle appeared, wavering menacingly in the air.

"No, no," said Trevor. "Alissa!"

"You'll be fine, Honey," said Alissa, smiling as Gretchen put an arm around her waist. As they watched what unfolded Gretchen nibbled on her neck.

The Revered One aimed the yellow tipped tentacle at the back of Trevor's head, and then thrust forward. Trevor screamed in pain, and there was a sound and a smell of flesh burning. The creature held him like that for a full minute even as he kept screaming at the top of his lungs. Then his screams abruptly cut off, and the Revered One dumped him unceremoniously on the ground.

Anna rushed over to him and rubbed the back of his head gently. She saw the edge of the yellow oval that had been inserted into his head.

Trevor sat up. "Contact has been made," he said stiffly.

Yung Suk came forward and caressed his shoulder. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," said Trevor. He blinked exactly twice. "I am ready to serve Us."

"We have many needs," said Anna.

"The Voice is telling me now. You need Air Loves, Unity Towers, Cocoons, and more. We have the list," said Trevor. "I will need some help Infecting some of my key employees. Say 20 people or so. Can you provide personnel to effect that?"

"We can," said Anna.

"Good. Then we can start the new production lines within a week," said Trevor.

"Thank you so much," said Yung Suk, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.

Gretchen, reaching out with her ESPer powers, looked startled, as if she just noticed something. She looked over at Alissa Dayton, and saw that her fists were clenched. Gretchen leaned forward and whispered something to Anna. "No, really?" said Anna, looking surprised, as she looked over at Alissa.

Gretchen nodded and smiled.

"All right," said Anna. She turned to Trevor. "I know you have a lot of work to do. But before you go, We would like to show you our appreciation." And then she kissed him passionately, and started to remove his clothes. Trevor cooperated, removing Anna's clothing at the same time.

Within moments they were writhing on the ground, making love in front of Yung Suk, Gretchen, and Alissa Dayton, and of course the Revered One, whose tentacles wiggled with interest, its giant eye shining down on them like a spotlight. Trevor, now a member of Us, enjoyed sucking out some of Anna's inexhaustible love for Worth. And Anna was surprised by the passion of Trevor's entrepreneurial spirit. It was strong and vibrant. She gasped as she felt him inside her, both between her legs and in her head.

Gretchen casually walked over to Alissa Dayton, who was silently watching her husband, his member erect, thrusting between Anna's bent legs as both seemed to enjoy it tremendously. "They make a nice couple, don't they?"

Alissa Dayton clenched her fists. "This female is very possessive of her husband."

"I realize that," said Gretchen, and she smiled, and turned Alissa's head towards her, and gave her a strong, wet kiss.

It took only seconds for Yung Suk to understand what Gretchen had done. Gretchen realized that Alissa, even after joining Us, still had feelings of intense possessiveness towards her husband. So Gretchen had created a situation where her jealousy would be inflamed, and now she was harvesting it. Within moments Gretchen and Alissa were nude and writhing on the factory floor just like Trevor Dayton and Anna. Anna and Dayton were finishing just as Gretchen and Alissa were getting started. Gretchen eagerly sucked the jealousy and rage from Alissa as she rubbed her breasts and body strongly. It tasted so strong, so powerful, as negative emotions frequently were, and Gretchen loved every taste of it, feeling it in her head, in her breasts, and especially between her legs.

Because they finished first, Anna and Dayton actually sat back and enjoyed watching Gretchen get excited as she harvested emotional energy from Dayton's wife.

"Drain her! Suck the bitch dry!" Yung Suk yelled. With a growl, Gretchen took more, so much so that Alissa grabbed her own head and howled in pain. In moments both had collapsed in each other's arms.

Worth was on the whore patrol.

The theory was that a disease spread through sexual contact was most likely to be spread by those who had the most sex with the most people. Which meant prostitutes. Even if the Infected did not intentionally use prostitutes as agents of Infection, given the sheer volume of customers prostitutes serviced, they were likely to become Infected rather quickly. So they had started the whore patrol. So far they had searched the brothels of nearby Charleston and uncovered two prostitutes who had been infected.

And so far, none of the missing astronauts.

But that was about to change today.

Worth's team conducted a raid on a brothel containing seven madams. One of those was 35 year old Annika Hansen. Annika Hansen, the formerly cool, calm scientist with a doctorate in electrical engineering. The same Annika Hansen who every man whoever tried to flirt with her called her "colder than an iceberg". Well now, the historically cool blonde beauty was discovered dressed in wicked looking high heels, black pantyhose under a tight miniskirt, and a bustier on top that showed more than a little of her breasts. She wore bright red lipstick, a heavy application of rouge, and dark eyeliner. Her hair had been permed and was frizzy and wild. She looked nothing like the reserved, conservatively sexually repressed scientist Worth had met on the Expedition to Planet D. Worth barely recognized her, even as she smiled at him.

Annika surrendered to them without resistance. When she noticed him, she said, "Hi Worth," ever so casually, as if they had just come across each other in the Survey Service cafeteria, or the lab, rather than a tawdry brothel.

"Hi Annika." Awkward. What else was there to say?

"You're a little late," Annika smiled. "I've been doing this for three months," she said proudly.

"We'll track down your clients."

"And their partners? And their partners' partners?"

"As far as we have to go," said Worth evenly. He looked at her. "You look... happy."

"I am happy," she said. She caught Worth staring at her breasts, and smiled as he blushed.

"Would you like a free sample?" she asked.

"A free sample of what?" Worth asked.

Annika stared at him for a long moment. "I couldn't help but notice what you were looking at." She smiled when he flinched, enjoying his discomfort.

"What happened to you, Annika?" Worth said, "You were such a serious, dedicated, research scientist."

"Yes," said Annika, rubbing her hands against her hip and thighs. "And a very bored one. Do you know how often I had sex, Worth?"

Worth looked at the Survey Service MP's around them. They were all listening intently. "What does this have to do with-"

"Twice a month. Maybe three times," said Annika. "I married a man who shared my interest in sex. Which is to say, not very much. I was all about work. I was all about the science," she said, exaggerating the word mockingly while lifting her eyebrows. "And what did that get me? Respectability? Satisfaction of minor scientific curiosities?"

"And what do you feel you were missing?" Worth asked.

"Life!" she said, grabbing Worth by the shoulders. The guards looked to intervene, but Worth shook his head.

"Feeling truly alive. Connected to the world, to other people," she said more softly, moving closer. Worth was uncomfortably aware how close her breasts were. Annika stared him in the eyes. He saw the hunger in them.

"I never knew how pleasurable sex could be," Annika said. Worth noticed the redness of her lips, accentuated by her bright lipstick. "The joys of coupling with others. The joys of feeling men letting go inside of me. Of having the power to make them come." She matched his gaze. "The overwhelming feeling of togetherness. Of feeling the fullness of being inside a man's mind, as even as I felt the fullness of his body inside of me."

Worth felt his heart racing. Her wet lips were the center of his attention. He felt he could almost kiss her. He tried to remain calm. "And what about the loss of free will?" Worth asked.

Annika gave him a sideways look. "I don't consider Us a jailer. I consider Us a guide. We have shown me such a tremendously more satisfying way of living. I can never express enough gratitude." And then she moved a little closer, and pressed against him. Worth was uncomfortably aware of the feeling of her breasts, through the bustier, pressed against his shirt.

"Let me show you, Worth. Let me show you everything," Annika whispered. Her eyes were alight with flame as she hugged him.

And suddenly, Worth had an image in his mind, of him and Annika, both completely nude. Annika was rubbing her marvelous breasts against his, staring at him closely to monitor his reactions. And when his face contorted, and he started to breathe deeply, she smiled, seeing how he was enjoying it.

Take me back to a private place, Worth heard in his mind. A hotel room, a prison cell, anywhere. I will show you. I will show you everything, she promised. It will only take a few minutes.

In his dream she was mounting him, poling up and down on his penis, her fine blonde features sweating bullets with her exertion. Take me, Worth, take me to a private place and we can finish this. Worth found it harder and harder to resist the impulse. Worth was almost hypnotized by this amazing sexual experience. All he would have to do is tell the Survey Service MP's that he was escorting her back to base on his own. No one would ever need to know. In his mind, this became a more and more realistic course of action.

In the vivid dream, Annika was working him harder and harder, her vagina clamping on his penis like a vise as she moved up and down on him. "A private room, Worth, just a few minutes, that's all we need."

His mind wanted to say yes.

"Come for me, Worth," Annika pleaded, moving up and down on his stiff organ, her brown pubic hair in stark contrast to her honey blonde hair on top of her head. "Anna wants you to come inside of me. She wants you to, Worth. Come inside me. Come inside of Us." And as she moved faster and faster, the tip of Worth's penis got more and more excited, and then he cried out as he got close-

To the Survey Service MP's, although Worth and Annika were leaning close together, there seemed to be some kind of non-physical contest going on between the two of them, as if they were mentally wrestling each other. They were purely spectators, and watched the struggle back and forth, if indeed it was a struggle between two; or perhaps it was just a struggle within Worth himself.

Annika's lips was close now to Worth's now, really close. She didn't kiss him, but somehow, it seemed like she did, and she panted and breathed heavily; and now so was Worth, his breathing seemingly in synch with hers; but then, suddenly, something snapped in Worth, and he blinked, as if realizing where he was for the first time, and took a step back.

Annika, out of breath, her bosom heaving, said nothing for a moment as she, too seemed to recover. Then she nodded. "Yes. Yes," she breathed, her breasts still heaving from her mental exertions. "That's how it is with you. I see it. I see it all now. Now I'm beginning to see why she was willing do anything for you."

"You won't win," said Worth, wiping sweat off his forehead.

Annika smiled, and looked down at his obvious erection. "We already have. You just haven't realized it yet."

That evening, Worth got a recorded message from Anna. It was untraceable, like the others were.

"Hello Captain Rogers," said Anna. Somehow, Anna could make saying just his name be a form of sexual foreplay; the way she raised her eyebrows, the way her lip curled up. She looked wonderful, as she always did.

"I heard you caught Annika. Good work, my love! You always get your man. Or should I say woman." She stared at him slyly. "You know, regarding Annika, Ryan McKenna Infected her, right in front of me. She folded so easily. Too easily, in my view. I think I respected her less for that. Is that fair, Worth? I fought Us a lot more, and I guess I feel that everyone else should have put up a better fight too. Like I know you will."

"I miss you terribly," said Anna. "I wish I could see you, but I've been so crazy busy here. It feels like I'm working on ten projects simultaneously. Remember how you always told me what a good multi-tasker I was? Well, now I have to put those skills to use. But I feel good, Honey, I feel that I'm doing important work that's going to help change the entire planet. It's not everyone who can say that. I feel like I'm living a life of consequence. I hope that you, who are fighting Us with every ounce of energy and breath in your body, are feeling the same way too. Fight the good fight dear, that's what keeps you feeling truly alive." She ran a hand over her breasts and smiled at him.

She leaned forward and whispered, almost confidentially, as if she were sharing a secret that she wasn't allowed to tell. "Worth, I'm doing a lot of work now with biochemistry. I wish I could have your help with some of it. I think you were right, that maybe I should have specialized in microbiology rather than evolutionary biology, like your friend Smitty. But I felt that stuff on the microlevel couldn't be that important. Boy was I wrong! It's everything, my love, it's the building blocks of life!"

Anna gave a sad smile. "I miss you terribly as always. I want to see you soon. I'm going to find a way to make it happen." She hugged her breasts inconsolably. "I miss you, my love." Her image faded with her looking longingly into the camera.

Worth listened to Anna's message. It meant everything to him. But what was he hearing? Were the aliens allowing Anna to vent her real feelings, because of the harmless nature of the message? Or were they using her to try and get to him? He wished he really knew.

As Worth watched Anna's prerecorded message, Anna was having a vigorously athletic fuck with Worth's good friend Tom Faraday. Tom Faraday and Worth were nothing alike. Worth was tall, dark, and handsome. Tom Faraday had sandy blonde hair, and a big muscular chest, like a football player. But he was also Worth's best friend. To Anna, it was the closest she could get to making love to Worth.

Tom knew it, of course. It was impossible to keep secrets from Us. But being used didn't bother him, as he was too busy using her. Tom enjoyed the hot redhead's hard body, whose breasts and ass only seemed to get firmer as she drained the mental energy from her latest converts. And he loved to tap into her love for Worth. It felt so good feeling her love for Worth wash over him, it was so bright and clear and pure.

Anna smiled with delight at Tom slid between her legs, and before long he charted a rhythm which took both of them agonizingly close to where they most wanted to go. Anna's nipples were so hard they were almost painful. Anna smiled at Tom, and something was exchanged between them, something unspoken, but something powerful, something extremely erotic, and whatever Tom saw in her eyes caused him to go over the edge, and then he was howling as he let go inside of her with everything he had, filling her up with his sperm. As well as more of Us.

Anna, crying out, caught up with him a few seconds later, physically and mentally, which gave her an equally wonderful feeling.

Afterwards, lying together with their arms around each other, Tom said, "That was good."

"It's always good," Anna corrected him, giving him a lazy smile. Until she Infected Worth, Tom would be a very credible substitute.

Tom looked at her as he gently tracing the edges of her areolas. "We have to talk about the CDC project," he said softly.

Anna looked away. She knew what this was about. "Isn't there any other way? A friend, a cousin, a golf partner?"

Tom shook his head. "The Senior Vice President for National Emergencies doesn't play golf."

"Find another way."

"There is no other. We must get this program started."

Anna sighed. "She's so young. She's a high school senior."

"She turned 18 three months ago. She's definitely an adult. I don't even think she's still a virgin," said Tom.

Anna considered. There really was no choice. We would not be denied in this. "All right. But I want her taken gently. By someone with skill and experience."

"We Infected her best friend three days ago, in preparation for this."

"Three days ago? She's not going to know anything about anything when it comes to Infecting people."

"She knows enough."

"That's not enough for me," Anna argued. "I want someone who can take her gently. She's an 18 year old high school senior, Tom!"

Tom was ready for this objection. "We also just happen to have acquired her best friend's mother over a month ago. She's already infected over 30 people. She's highly experienced, and really gentle."

Anna looked at Tom doubtfully. "Really?"

Tom kissed her. "Yes."

Anna took a deep breath, which caused her round breasts to bob up and down. "Very well, but she'll be young and scared. Tell her to be-"

"Really gentle, I know."

Candice Kendrik was a typical 18 year old girl, concerned about boys and makeup and clothes and shoes and applying to college. Her best friend, Whitney Lowell, who was also 18, had been her constant companion ever since they were in grade school.

But lately, there was something different about Whitney. Candice couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whenever Whitney was round her, Candice felt a creepy feeling. She didn't know why. Maybe it was that odd look she sometimes had in her eyes.

As they walked home from school one day, Whitney asked Candice if she could stop by and give her a little help with her algebra homework. Candice shook her head. She wanted to get home and see if her boyfriend Bill wanted to go out tonight.

"Please, Candice. Just for twenty minutes. My house is right here!" said Whitney. "And my mom is making those cookies you like!"

Whitney's Mom, Susannah, did make the best cookies.

"All right, but just for twenty minutes," said Candice.

"That's all we'll need," said Whitney.

When they entered Whitney's house, Candice yelled, "Mom, I'm home! And Candice's here."

"Wonderful, dear," said Mrs. Lowell. She was an attractive blonde in her mid 40's. She came into the room carrying a tray filled with home baked cookies, as if she had expected Candice to come over at that moment. How had she known?

As Susannah Lowell set them down, she looked Candice over. "It's so nice to see you, Candice," she said formally.

"Thanks, Mrs. L."

"Oh, call me Susannah, dear. Here, come and sit on the couch. I have something I want to talk with you about," said Mrs. Lowell.

Candice looked questioningly at Whitney, who just shrugged.

Candice tentatively sat down on the couch next to Mrs. Lowell. And then Whitney sat on the other side of her, sandwiching her and blocking her exit. Candice frowned and felt uneasy for a reason she couldn't quite explain.

"It's so nice to see you, dear," Susannah repeated. She grabbed Candice's hands for emphasis.

Susannah's hands were warm and even oily. Candice felt warmth spreading through her hands and up her arms, and her heart started to beat rapidly. She tried to pull her hands back but Susannah wouldn't let go.

"You're so young and fit looking," said Susannah. Her eyes looked very hungry, as if she wanted to eat Candice up. It was the kind of look she had recently seen in Whitney's eyes.

But as Susannah rubbed her hands, Candice also began to feel aroused. Sexually aroused. A heat was rising from between her legs, engulfing her body. How could that be? She wasn't attracted to women, certainly not older ones the age of her Mom!

"Are you still seeing that boy, Will?" Susannah asked, as she started to rub her arms.

"Bill," said Candice, beginning to get dizzy. "Yes."

"Has he made love to you yet?" Susannah asked. She put her hand up to Candice's neck, and started to caress her face. She felt an oily residue seeping quickly into her skin.

Candice wasn't sure she had heard the question correctly. She was having trouble paying attention. She felt incredibly aroused now.

"Why don't we find out?" said Susannah. She gave Candice a deep, wet kiss, sending her tongue probing into Candice's mouth. Candice gasped silently as Susannah's tongue briefly danced with hers.

Candice felt tremendously aroused now. She could barely resist the urge to rub between her legs. Her clitoris felt like it was on fire. She needed someone, anyone, to put the fire out.

"Whitney, dear, help me with Candice's clothes."

"Of course, Mother," said Whitney, her eyes gleaming with an alien light. She had hoped to be the one to infect Candice. But We had decided that her mother should do it. Susannah had been thrilled when she received her orders. She had brought 34 people into Us, but none as young or as sexy as Candice. Whitney worked on Candice's shirt and bra while Susannah handled her pants and panties.

Candice was aware that her clothes were being removed, but she was in such a state of arousal that she even cooperated, lifting her arms and legs when prompted. As she suddenly found herself naked on the couch, surrounded by her best friend and her best friend's mother.

"Oh, aren't you a sight to behold!" said Susannah.

Candice saw the alien hungering in her eyes and covered her breasts in her hands and put her legs together.

"No, there's no need for shyness, we're all girls here," Susannah crooned. Whitney gently pulled her arms apart while Susannah spread her legs. "You're so beautiful, dear."

Candice had to fight the resist the urge to touch herself, even in front of these other women. "It hurts, Susannah." She rubbed her thighs together, as if that would put out the fire between her legs.

"I know," said Susannah. "But we're going to make it better. We're going to make it all better," she promised, as she started to take off her clothes. She gave Whitney a quick nod and Whitney distracted Candice by caressing her breasts.

"Your titties are so beautiful, Candice," Whitney smiled.

"They are?" said Candice. "But they're so small."

"They're lovely," said Whitney, and Candice saw the hungering in her eyes as she touched them. "They will serve Us well."

"Us?" said Candice.

By this time Susannah had taken off her own clothes. The older woman had large, floppy breasts which made Candice's eyes widen. Susannah held her sagging breasts up with her hands. "Would you like to feel them, dear?" Without waiting for an answer, she thrust them into Candice's hands.

Candice gasped. Susannah's breasts were so huge. Even as they sagged, they looked terribly impressive to the young girl. They were so soft... so heavy.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes," said Candice "They're beautiful."

"They feel even better when they're pressed against you." Susannah lay Candice back on the couch and climbed on top of her. She started grinding her body against the young girl even as she kissed her passionately. In moments, Susannah and Candice were locked in lesbian love.

"Susannah... Mrs. L... what are we doing?"

"We're making love," said Susannah. "Do you like it, dear?"

Candice felt Susannah's heavy breasts rubbing against her smaller titties. She felt the warmth of Susannah's body pressed on top of her own, felt the rough scratchiness of her pubic hair against hers, the smooth feeling of her heavy thighs and legs intertwined with her own. Susannah's juicy lips pressed against hers, kissing insistently.

Candice felt so conflicted. "Yes... It feels good... But Susannah... Mrs. Lowell... should we be doing this? I'm so much younger than you, and... you're my best friend's Mom."

Susannah looked at Candice with an alien sparkle in her eyes. "You're a sexually mature woman, are you not, Candice?"

"Yes, I guess," Candice gasped, embarrassed. She felt her pulse pounding in her head. Her vagina and clitoris were tight with tense need.

"And so am I. Our bodies were made to give and receive pleasure."

"I feel your need, Candice," said Susannah. "Your mind is burning, isn't it? Burning with sexual desire, isn't it?"

"Yes," Candice cried. "I need to come."

"I know," Susannah smiled, as she continued to grind her heavy breasts against the young girl's titties. "And I'm going to help you get there." She kissed Candice again and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to enjoy you thoroughly, girl. Maybe even more than I enjoyed taking Whitney."

"You... and Whitney?" said Candice, sounding very confused.

"Her father and I brought her together into Us," said Susanah.

"Whitney, you and your Mom... and Dad?" Candice asked.

"It opened a whole new world for me, Whitney. I've become a whole new person. Part of Us," said Whitney smugly.

"Us?" The 18 year old blinked, feeling very hot and bothered and confused.
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