Incest/Taboo Alien Mind Control from Planet P

"We need the daughter," said Tom Faraday.

"She's too young," Anna insisted.

"She's 18 years old, but the school nurse says she has the sexual maturity of a 22 year old. Her hips, pelvis, thighs, and vaginal canal meet all our needs. She would make a remarkable Host."

"I don't like Infecting people under the age of 21," said Anna. She put a hand on her still flat belly. Did she feel something moving?

"What if... I could persuade her mother?" Faraday asked.

"After you Infect her?" Anna asked.

"Of course," said Faraday.

Anna considered. Parents who were Infected often still wanted to shield their children from Infection, just as Anna had tried to protect Worth. The bonds that tied them to Us were not always strong enough to erase years of concern and love for close family members. And Anna knew that We would simply do whatever it wanted if she was too obstinate. This was the best compromise she could broker. "All right," said Anna. "If you can persuade the mother."

Tom smiled at her, as if he had planned this all along.

Later that day, Tom was dressed as a masseuse giving a private massage to Maureen Johnson. Maureen's regular masseuse, Tomas, called in sick unexpectedly; he had caught some kind of virus, and Tom was able to take his place.

Maureen Johnson was a well muscled, extremely fit woman in her early 40's. She had birthed two children, but they hadn't degraded her fine body in the slightest. She looked stunning and could have passed for a 30 year old. When she came into the room, dressed only in a towel, Tom explained the substitution.

"All right," said Maureen, a little hesitantly. "But I hope your touch is as good as Tomas's."

"I think you'll find it even better," Tom assured her.

Five minutes later, Maureen was aroused. Ten minutes later, she was moaning on her back, as Tom eagerly plowed between her spread legs. Within thirty minutes, she was an eager and enthusiastic member of Us.

"Welcome," said Tom, offering a hand to her.

"Thank you," Maureen smiled, taking his hand. "I'm delighted to join Us. I'm just now learning what the Voice saying what is expected of me."

"You must spread the Infection," said Tom.

"Of course. I must spread the Infection," said Maureen obediently. And then, "But I don't have a wide circle of friends."

"Then you must Infect your family," said Tom.

"No. No, no," said Maureen hastily. "I have a husband, Fred, and two children, Michael and Judy. They're only 20 and 18 years old. They're not ready for it."

After joining Us, some people could be further reprogrammed to do whatever We required. But not all brains were the same and some motivations were more firmly lodged in the minds of human beings than others. Maureen's urge to protect her children was so deeply rooted, that even We could not easily get her to Infect them.

They would have to use another method.

"If you will not Infect them, then you must Infect others," said Tom.

"Yes. Yes, I will," Maureen promised, relieved to have spared her family.

When she went home, she tried to pretend that all was normal. Fred and the children didn't seem to notice anything different about her. Her mind was ablaze. Who would she Infect?

The next day she called her friend Amber. Amber came over and Maureen Infected her. Maureen had never been with a woman before, but the Voice guided her. Once Amber had absorbed enough of the pheromones, she proved completely unresistant as Maureen stripped her of her clothes and gave her the Serum. While she found it distasteful to get naked with one of her dear friends, she told herself she was doing it save her kids from Us. And once Amber joined Us, she didn't seem at all resentful about it. After Amber had smoothed down her skirt and thanked her and left, Maureen asked the Voice if it were satisfied.

For today, yes. But Who will you Infect tomorrow?

"I have to Infect someone every day?" Maureen asked.

Yes. You must spread Us.

Maureen tried to think. She had one other friend, Francine, but she wasn't as close to her. Maybe she could drop by to visit. Maureen called her the next day. Francine said she was busy. Maureen said it was an emergency, and she had to talk to her. Francine reluctantly agreed.

When Maureen came over to Francine's house, she was surprised to find that Francine was not alone.

Her 75 year old mother Bertha was also there. Maureen's face fell as Francine introduced her.

"Now, dear, what is it that was so important to discuss?" Francine asked.

Ask to talk to her alone.

"Can we talk in private?" Maureen asked.

Francine gave her a strange look but said, "Certainly. Let's go to my bedroom, upstairs."

"The bedroom will do nicely."

Within a few minutes Francine was naked, locked in lust with Maureen, and Maureen was busy putting Serum into Francine's vagina as fast as she could. She feared if they were up there for too long, that her busybody mother might drop by.

During the quiet period, sure enough, she heard a knocking on the bedroom door. Couldn't she have let them alone for just ten more minutes?

"Francine? Is everything all right in there?" her mother asked through the door.

Francine looked dazed and confused.

"Tell her everything is fine," Maureen whispered, clasping her hand.

"Everything fine, mother," said Francine, sounding drunk. The pain had gone from her body and she was enjoying the relaxing afterpart. She had no idea what was going to happen next in her head very soon.

"Can I come in, dear?" said Bertha.

"No, just give us a few minutes, Bertha," said Maureen.

"All right," she said.

"That was close," said Maureen.

Francine smiled back at her, but then her face spasmed and she grabbed her head and screamed.

Bertha was back at the door. "What's going on there?"

"Contact has been made," said Francine.

"Let me in!" Bertha yelled.

"Shall we?" said Francine, giving a new, mocking smile.

Bertha opened the door, revealing two sweaty, naked women in their 40's. "What are you doing?"

Francine grabbed her mother by the arm. "Come Mother, let me show you."

Within moments, Francine remove her befuddled 75 year old mother's clothing. For a moment Maureen watched, with fascinated horror, as Bertha just lay there, her ancient titties jostling in every directly like half empty sacks, as Francine, with newfound purpose, humped her elderly mother. Bertha's grey, dried out pubic hair looked like dying weeds. Maureen flinched when Francine moved her hand into her mother's wrinkled, dry vagina, Infecting her while also providing much needed lubrication.

Maureen turned hastily away. Even with Us, there were limits.

Thirty minutes later, Maureen started to drive home. "Are you satisfied?" she asked.

For today.

"For today? I gave you Francine and her mother. And almost certainly Francine's husband too when he comes home."

You are doing well, but we need more Infections.

"But I don't know anyone else."

"We need more infections."

"There's no one else, except my husband, son, and daughter, and I'm not giving you those."

You have other members of your family.

Maureen considered. Her parents had died in an air car crash. But she did have a younger brother and an older sister. "No, I'm not giving you Edwin or Susan."

Reconsider.

No.

We shall see.

That night as Maureen prepared dinner, she noticed something different. She felt a burning inside of her. She felt a wild need for sex. She had to struggle just to keep her hands off of Fred. He must have noticed something because he said, "Is anything wrong, dear?"

Maureen smiled at him and said no. But as they got ready for bed she knew that if she slept in the same bed as him, that she was going to Infect him, with or without his cooperation. The burning between her legs had spread to her entire body. She was trembling with need. She locked herself in the bathroom and tried to masturbate. Over and over and over. She desperately rubbed her clitoris, like she was trying to remove a persistent stain from the carpet. But she couldn't get any release. It was like she was stuck in high gear.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Dear, you've been in there a while, are you all right in there?" It was Fred.

Maureen, shivering as she still rubbed herself, said, in a normal voice, "I'm fine, dear. I'll be out soon."

And then she said, softly, "All right."

The burning between her legs continued.

"All right! Take away your burning, and I will Infect someone."

Who?

Maureen thought rapidly. The choice was her younger, 27 year old brother Edwin, or her 33 year old sister Susan. Edwin was single, but Susan was married with two kids. No, she couldn't let it spread to Susan's family.

"Edwin," Maureen whispered. "I'll Infect Edwin. But it has to end there. You have to promise."

We promise.

And, just as if a switch had been turned off, the burning was gone. The need was gone. Maureen was all sweaty as if she had just run a marathon, but she was completely calm. She showered and went to bed, and was relieved when she didn't Ra*e Fred in the middle of the night.

The next day, Maureen showed up at her brother's apartment. He was a financial market trader who worked from home.

"I don't know how I am going to do this," Maureen suddenly realized, as she stood outside his front door. "What will I say?"

Your memories have the answer.

The Voice explained. Maureen blushed furiously as a long buried memory resurfaced. How did the Voice know about that? She was still blushing when Edwin opened the door to his apartment.

"Sis! This is a surprise," said Edwin, giving her a hug. Maureen had always been close to Ed, which was going to make this all the worse.

"Come in, come in! What brings you to my humble home?" Edwin asked.

Maureen twirled her hair. "I just wanted to... talk."

"Sit," said Edwin, indicating a space on his couch next to him.

His invitation was it. That would be the end of him.

Maureen sat down gingerly, as if the couch had teeth. Edwin seemed totally at ease, totally unaware of the trap sitting next to him that looked like his sister, but was about to utterly consume him.

"So, what's up, big sis?" Ed asked.

Touch his hand.

Maureen flinched.

Touch his hand.

Maureen reached out and touched his hand.

Ed raised his eyebrows. "What's this?" Suddenly, he started to feel aroused.

"I wanted to talk about... Us," said Maureen.

"Us?" said Ed, not sure why he was getting sexually excited.

Tell him.

But it's so embarrassing! Maureen would rather crawl into a hole into the ground than talk about the Time It Never Happened.

Tell him!

She cleared her throat. How to even begin talking about this? The incident they had always been so careful never to talk about? "Remember when we lived at home, when you were 18 and I was 20?"

"Sure," said Ed, starting to feel warm. He tugged at his collar.

Maureen gulped. This was so hard to say!

As she rubbed his hands, Maureen looked into his eyes and said, "Edwin, remember the time I came into your bedroom without knocking? And I saw you naked."

Edwin bit his lip, and his eyes widened in horror. Oh my God! he thought.

Maureen knew how much this would hurt him, but she continued. She had to. "That time I came into your room, you were naked, and... you were... rubbing a pair of my panties against... your thing. Do you remember that, Edwin?"

"Yes," said Ed, his face flushing red. Why did he feel so aroused?

"You were really hot for me, weren't you Ed?" Maureen boldly put a hand inside his shirt, and started rubbing his chest. It was already hot and sweaty.

"Yes," Ed whispered. He would never have admitted it otherwise, if not for the pheromones. He was in a state of extreme sexual excitement now.

"And how did you feel when I saw you, rubbing the crotch of my panties against the head of... your thing?"

"Embarrassed," said Ed. He couldn't look at her. "Ashamed."

Maureen started to draw mental energy from Edwin. Brain cells filled with embarrassment and shamed flickered and died as the mental energy was transferred to Maureen. They felt delicious. They energized her. They made her nipples grow and stick out that much more. They doubled her secretions of Serum between her legs. Secretions which would soon be swimming in her brother's bloodstream.

"And after I pretended I didn't see anything and I quickly closed the door, Ed, did you finish? Despite being caught, did you come in my panties?" She casually brushed her hands against his pants, and felt the hardness of his thing. His penis was stiff and throbbing, his balls tight and condensed. He needed release.

"Yes!" said Ed, full of shame, but too much in need to care.

"So you squirted into my panties with all your stickiness?" she said, moving her lips close to his.

"Yes," he whispered. "I jerked off imagining I was putting all of it inside you." There, he had said it!

Maureen looked at him for a long moment, sympathetically, and then reached over and kissed him. Edwin responded eagerly, hungrily, passionately.

When they parted, Maureen looked down and saw his organ, hard, pressing out of his pants. She touched the outlines of it gently.

What do I do now? Maureen asked. She knew, of course, but she didn't want to take the next step. The final one.

Ask if the male wants to mate with you.

He doesn't!

Ask him!

"Do you... do you want me, Edwin?" Maureen asked, rubbing her hand over his neck and face.

"Yes, more than anything," Ed replied promptly, breathing heavily and trembling. He had absorbed too much pheromone to say no. He felt he had to have sex right now, or he would explode.

Maureen saw he was ready. She got up and undressed him. His body was trembling with eagerness. His penis looked like it was about to erupt just by looking at it. And then she undressed, conscious of his eyes on her, scrutinizing her tits, her ass, and the thing between her legs.

Maureen was so embarrassed. But she had to do this, to save her family.

She climbed on top of him, and grabbed his erect member. She felt guilty when she noticed that his pubic hair had the same color and consistency as hers. Her brother.

"No," Ed whispered suddenly. "We shouldn't." Despite his bursting need, he realized that what they were about to do wasn't right.

"No?" said Maureen, rubbing his chest to spread more pheromone.

"No, we're brother and sister. It's not--Oh!"

Maureen had aimed his member at the entrance to her nether lips and rubbed it against her clitoris, in a slow but steady circular motion. In moments, Ed was beyond reason.

She looked at Ed commandingly, watching him, for the sign she knew would come.

"Do you want it, Ed? Do you?"

Ed moaned and gave an almost imperceptible nod. Maureen smiled and gloriously inserted him into her, and then slid all the way down on her brother's penis. He slid inside her smoothly and easily, as if they had done it for years, with the Serum acting as a natural lubricant.

"Oooooh!" Ed said, groaning at the sensation of entering his sister.

Maureen started to work herself up and down, spreading the Infection.

"You like this, don't you Ed?" she asked.

"Yes," said Ed, in a tortured voice.

Maureen worked her body athletically up and down. "How long have you wanted this, Ed? How long?"

"For years," Ed groaned, feeling totally embarrassed, even as he watched his sister's magnificent body moving up and down on him.

Maureen smiled as she felt Ed's aching shaft inside of her. She imagined Serum being secreted in large amounts from the walls of her vagina, entering the tip of Ed's penis, and then working its way inside, burrowing, tunneling into the central parts of his body, making its way to his brain. The virus was intelligent. It knew exactly where to go.

"It hurts," said Ed.

But it also feels good, doesn't it?

"But it also feels good, doesn't it?" Maureen said, riding up and down on Edwin's shaft.

"Yes," Ed gasped.

"I know it does. But now you're not fucking my panties, Ed. You're fucking me," said Maureen, grinning wickedly, as she rode him wildly. She shouldn't be enjoying this.

So why was she enjoying this?

The helpless look on Ed's face... absorbing his mental lust, his intense sexual need... it was like an aphrodisiac for Maureen. She couldn't get enough of it, as the erect nippled woman continued to bounce up and down on her brother's shaft.

Ed started groaning more insistently, and she could feel his penis tightening up inside of her. Maureen suddenly realized that she wasn't on birth control. She could get pregnant with Ed's child! She was already ovulating. She was as fertile as she would ever be. The knowledge horrified her... and sent her over the edge. She cried out, at almost the exact same time that Edwin did.

"Ooooh... Oooooh... Maureen!" Ed cried, as he exploded inside of her, shooting sticky ropes of sperm deep within her, past her cervix, into her uterus. Maureen cried out as she felt his fertile juices shooting into her most sacred space. The thought of Ed's sperm impregnating her horrified and excited her. She looked into her brother's eyes. They had both cried out at the same time, even with the exact same sound. For a moment, brother and sister were one, a single organism with four arms and four legs and a penis and a vagina and where one started and the other left off was impossible to tell.

They lay there, collapsed, sweaty, hugging each other, during the quiet period, as Ed stoked her pubic hair and labial lips and Maureen traced the lines of his shrunken penis in a fascinated way.

"Can we do this again?" Ed whispered.

"I don't know," said Maureen, feeling mixed up and confused.

Of course We can.

"Of course we can," said Maureen.

Ed smiled, and looked happy, and then he felt a pain in his head, and he moaned, and Maureen hugged him as he screamed, and then it was all right.

"Contact has been made," said Ed stiffly.

"In more ways than one," said Maureen, smiling.

"The male has indicated he will cooperate with Us," said Ed, speaking in a flat voice. And then Maureen knew that We were speaking.

"He says he will cooperate... if he can copulate with you again," said Ed. And then he moved so that he was on top.

Spead your legs.

Again?

Spead your legs.

Maureen complied. Edwin, with a newfound dominance, mounted her and started to make love to her.

Everything had changed. Maureen had seduced Ed and ridden him, but now he was the initiator, and riding her. Ed rode her like a total stranger, hard, fast, and aggressively. He pumped her wildly, his face a mask of hardness, like a stranger as his penis drilled in and out of her.

"Bitch!" he yelled.

"What?" Maureen.

"Bitch!" he yelled again. He slapped Maureen on the ass.

Crack!

"Edwin!" Maureen cried.

Ed gave a grin as he rode her, but it was cold hard smile.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he cried, as he smacked her again and again, Smack, smack smack!

And then something happened to Maureen. Incredibly, her body started to respond to this. The combination of being plundered by Ed's hardness, the sting of his hand on her ass, the sternness of his iron gaze, all of it was rapidly bringing her to a very unexpected climax.

Ed gritted his teeth. "Maureen!" he cried.

"Oh! I feel it too-" her words were cut off by Edwin's lips. Their cries were both muffled as they came as one again, but stronger, more violently this time. And as Maureen felt her brother pulse inside of her for the second time that day, she wondered what had become of him. What had We turned him into?

Later....

You have done well.

"Thank you," said Maureen. "I'm glad this is all over."

Not over.

"Not over?" said Maureen.

We need one more.

"One more?"

Only one more.

"I have no one else left to give. I've given you my friends. I've even given you my baby brother."

We need one more.

As if to emphasize the point, Maureen started to feel a sexual burning in her groin. She started rubbing madly, but knew that it would do nothing to end her discomfort. We tortured her like this for several minutes, and then said, You must take your husband or your children.

"No!"

We will leave you in this state. You will take your husband of your own free will.

"No!" said Maureen. She checked the chrono. Fred would be home in two hours. She rubbed her breasts furiously, and then between her legs, more frantically than ever. There was no way she could stop herself from Infecting him, not like this. If Fred came home while she was this aroused, she would practically Ra*e him, knowing full well the consequences.

"All right," she gasped. "I'll give you my other sister."

Instantly, the burning in her groin stopped, like a switch had been flipped.

Maureen panted as she recovered. "I'll Infect her, but you have to make me a promise."

There was no response.

"I'll Infect her, but I don't want her husband Sam to be Infected. And neither of my nephews, Frank and George."

Agreed.

Maureen had been reluctant to Infect her sister Susan, because Susan was married and had two college age boys, ages 19 and 20. Infecting Susan was not ideal, but if the Voice kept its word, maybe the boys could be kept safe.

Maybe.

Susan was Maureen's older sister. They didn't have terrible relations, but neither were they best buddies. Susan, to be honest, was kind of a bitch. Ironically, that would make things a little easier. Maureen didn't want to Infect Susan's family, but she cared less for Susan's well-being than she did for Edwin, who she had just Infected.

Maureen paid Susan a visit while Sam was out at work. Her sister greeted her superficially but ignored her, reading her datapad as Maureen started the usual small-talk. But this time was different as Maureen reached out and started to rub Susan's hands and wrists while she spoke. At first Susan's eyebrows raised up, but soon she started to breathe in and out more deeply as the pheromone worked its way into her system. After five solid minutes of this, Susan's breasts were heaving and she was sexually aroused, but didn't know why. Her mind felt like it was in a fog of confusion.

Maureen reached over and gave her Susan an unsisterly kiss. Susan responded, groaning slightly, but when Maureen pulled away, Susan gasped, "What are we doing?"

"I'll show you, sis," said Maureen. She lifted up Susan's blouse, flicked aside her bra, and started sucking on her right teat. Susan gasped, but didn't stop her. She was too far gone to resist now.

As Susan's teat slid out with a pop, she said, "What are you doing?"

Maureen looked into her eyes. "What does it look like? I'm sucking you off, dear sister." And she put her lips on Susan's other teat, and started sucking there as well.

There is a form of sex called anger sex, where one makes love to someone they don't particularly like. This is the kind of sex that Maureen was getting into with Susan. Susan had always been a bitch to her. Maureen never wanted to Infect Susan, but if she had to Infect someone, Susan deserved it more than most.

Only this time Maureen was the dominant one. And Maureen made her sister beg for it. After she had stripped of Susan's clothes, and then her own, she hugged Susan tightly, but left space to snake her hand in to idly fondle Susan's clitoris, diddling it expertly but slowly, never giving her nearly enough of what she needed.

By this time Susan was beyond rational thought. She grasped Maureen's arm, her eyes begging.

"Is there something you want?" Maureen asked, still diddling Susan all too slowly.

Susan gasped.

"Speak up, big sister!"

"Finish me!" Susan gasped.

"What was that?"

"Finish me, please!"

"That's always what you've been about," said Maureen. "What others can do for you. But what about what you can do for me?"

"What... what do you mean?"

"Pleasure me," said Maureen.

"What?"

"If you want me to finish you, you have to pleasure me," said Maureen.

Susan blinked, her confused and tortured mind trying to process this. Then she shrugged, and reached down to put her hand into her sister's nether lips.

Maureen slapped her hand away. "Not with your hand."

"What do you mean?

Maureen smiled and lay back, and spread her legs. She looked mockingly at her big sister.

"No," said Susan.

Maureen simply rubbed her hands against Susan's legs, spreading even more pheromone. After a moment, Susan couldn't stand it anymore, and moved her head down between her sister's legs.

We dont have time for this!

Yeah, we do, Maureen corrected the Voice. And for once, she got her way.

Susan experimentally started to nibble on Maureen's clit.

"Oh, that's it, sis! Yes!" said Maureen, as Susan started to suck. "You're so good at this! You must have had a lot of practice on Samuel's cock! And use your tongue, yes, like that, like that!" Maureen reached down and held the back of Susan's head, not to keep her there, but to reinforce her dominance.

"Yes, you bitch, give it to me, give it to me good!"

And when Susan looked down at her younger sister, she saw her eyes filled with humiliation. Maureen moaned as she started to absorb some of it, sucking it directly from Susan's brain. She sucked on it as much as she could, burning out brain cells left and right in Susan's inferior brain. The combination of the stimulation inside her head and between her legs drove her over the edge. Maureen screamed, and climaxed, with her thighs tightly clamped around her sister's head, with Susan's nose deep inside the forest of Maureen's pubic hair.

"All right, do me now!" Susan cried desperately, not even giving Maureen a moment to recover.

"All right, Sis," said Maureen, with renewed hostility. "I'll do you this very moment." And then, with a predatory look in her eyes, she reached down into her vagina and got the wettest scoop she could. And then she proceeded to pleasure Susan aggressively, to make her come as quickly and efficiently as she could, all the while stuffing her dear sweet sister full of Serum.

After Susan came, and they were laying awkwardly in each other's arms, Susan said, "I feel something... like a burning. Climbing inside of me."

"Yeah, I Infected you," Maureen grinned.

"Infected me? With what?" said Susan.

"A virus."

"A virus?"

"You'll love it. It's my greatest gift ever to you, Sis," said Maureen. She gingerly touched Susan's tits. Her breasts were long and thin, almost like cucumbers. Maureen hadn't seen them since they were teenagers. She could do without seeing them again for another long period of time after this as well.

Susan, dazed, just stared at her, not really comprehending.

But then a few minutes later the glorious moment came, and she grabbed her head and screamed, and then... contact was made.

Maureen started to get dressed. There was just one matter remaining. "Just remember, you are not to Infect Samuel or the boys."

"Are you serious?" Susan said, looking for her panties.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you expect me to do, abstain from sex with my husband for the rest of my life?" Susan asked.

Maureen, under the influence of Us, had never considered this. She found she had no appropriate response. And then another thought occurred to her. She had the same problem with Fred. Was she going to give up sex with Fred for the rest of her life? How could she explain that to him?

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle with him," said Susan, giving Maureen an affectionate kiss on the cheek. More affectionate, Maureen thought, than she had ever given her before she was Infected.

"All right," said Maureen. "Samuel. But not the boys."

"Why not?" Susan asked. "We are spreading like wildfire. If your children were to be Infected, who would you rather do it, strangers, or someone they know who will love them and protect them and bring them into Us gently, lovingly?" She licked her lips, and Maureen saw the hunger in her eyes.

Maureen found she didn't have an answer for that either. All she knew is that she set out to Infect Susan while protecting Susan's family, but now it seemed that, due to her actions, Susan's entire family, including Maureen's 19 and 20 year old nephews, was going to be Infected.

Which was probably Our intention to begin with.

After she left Susan, Maureen spoke to the Voice in her head, trying to make some good come from this whole sordid affair.

"All right, so we're done, right? No more demands?"

No more demands. You are free to do as you wish.

Well, that was a relief! Maureen spent the day shopping, trying to forget everything she had done to protect her family. It was a Friday night, and she wanted to prepare a nice dinner for them.

That evening, she chatted amiably with Fred and the kids. All seemed normal. Normal, at least, until it was time to go to bed.

"Hey, you," said Fred, grabbing her and giving her a kiss.

"Fred!" said Maureen, laughing. She kissed him back. He started to hug her tightly.

No!

Maureen pulled away

"What are you doing?" Fred asked, looking hurt.

"I... have to go to the bathroom," she said, quickly retreating. She needed to think of a reason, any reason, to stop this. To stop herself from Infecting him.

She let the water run in the bathroom as she sat down on the toilet and tried to think. Suddenly, she felt the familiar burning in her groin again.

"No," Maureen whispered.

The burning spread to her breasts. The burning spread to her head. She was consumed with lust. It was all she could think about.

"No," Maureen cried. "We had a deal!"

She had to have sex. She was going to explode if she didn't. She tried rubbing herself vigorously. It had no effect.

She knew exactly what was being done to her. But she was in such sexual agony she couldn't resist. Maureen flung open the door to the bathroom dramatically. Fred saw her and raised his eyebrows. She marched up to him and kissed him passionately. Without skipping a beat, she practically ripped of his clothing.

"I've never seen you like this, Mo," said Fred, during a few seconds when his mouth was free.
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