Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Miles had been compelled to help his wife Keiko's rider mature by having sex with her. Now Keiko was going to bring their 20 year old son Robert into the Hive.

Miles was miserable the next day at the cave. He had been assigned to have sex with a number of females, and he did, but his mind was focused on Robert. He felt incredibly torn. He realized that Robert would benefit from joining the Hive. Miles hadn't felt that way at first, but after several sleepless nights, realized that Robert would probably enjoy it as much as he did.

But to be brought into the Hive by his own mother!

Robert was a shy boy. Miles knew the Hive had means to bring about sexual arousal, to make Robert want it, but why did Robert have to be brought in by Keiko? He realized that it was less about the Hive's needs and more about Keiko's insatiable sexual appetites.

And he was helpless to do anything about it.

Or was he?

Miles was pounding into a light skinned black woman named Jasmine with big breasts in the early afternoon hours. Jasmine's rider hadn't yet matured but she was nearly there, and cooperated fully with Miles, enjoying their sessions together more and more. Miles enjoyed her musky scent and the welcoming warm tightness of her inner walls. But as Miles made love to Jasmine, a somewhat familiar female came into view. The woman, a naked brunette with small but perky breasts, was talking to a blonde. And the more Miles stared at her, the more he realized he knew who the luscious dark haired woman was.

It was Trisha McBride, the young 18 year old woman who Robert was attracted to.

Robert had introduced them once, at a picnic, and the flirty brunette's smile had stuck in Miles' mind.

He could see even from here that she had a single banded rider on her back.

Perfect.

He pulled out of Jasmine, who looked indignant. "Hey!" she cried out.

"Sorry. We'll have to finish this another time," said Miles, getting up. "Trisha!" he called out.

Trisha turned and saw him, and smiled. It was her!

It was late afternoon by the time Miles and Trisha got back to his apartment. He hoped he had arrived in time. The living room was empty. "Keiko? Robert?"

"In here, Miles," came Keiko's voice.

The bedroom.

Miles raced into Robert's bedroom, followed by Trisha. Inside he saw Keiko, sitting on Robert's bed with Robert. Both were fully clothed. Had he arrived too late... or just in time?

Miles looked at Robert. His son didn't look any different. He turned to Keiko. "What's going on here?"

"What's going on here? What's going on here?" Keiko gave an amused smile. She held up her Pad. "Robert here was just showing me some places he thinking about applying for internships this summer." Her eyes narrowed. "What did you think was going on here, Miles?" She raised her eyebrows playfully and smiled mockingly at him. Before he could reply, Keiko noticed Trisha. "Trisha! So nice to see you again!" She stepped forward quickly and hugged her. Miles felt Keiko tracing a pattern on Trisha's upper back.

She knew.

"Hey Trisha," said Robert. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, well, I invited her, for dinner," said Miles.

"Why?" Robert asked.

"A good question," said Keiko, staring at Miles knowingly. "Robert, dear, why don't you and Trisha talk for a moment while I have a word with Miles in the bedroom? Come along, dear," she said, pulling him by the arm.

She led Miles into the master bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them she turned and smiled wickedly at him. "It won't work, Miles," she said immediately.

"What do you mean?" Miles asked.

"I mean I'm not going to let Trisha bring Robert into the Hive. I'm going to do it," Keiko declared.

"But it would be so much easier for the boy," said Miles desperately. "She likes him and he likes her."

"I don't care," said Keiko. "I want him."

"Some mother you are," said Miles.

"You're right," said Keiko. "I'm no longer Robert's mother. I'm a part of the Hive. So are you. In the Hive, past family connections are irrelevant."

"The Hive doesn't care who brings him in."

"That's where you're wrong, Miles. The Hive has ordered me to do it."

"Why?"

"Partially as a reward," said Keiko, giving him a smug smile. "But partially to teach you a lesson."

"Me?'

"To learn that the rules apply to everyone. Even to you. I was told something about... someone named Joanna?" said Keiko, making a mock-puzzled face. She stared at him firmly. "Now you are going to go out there and do exactly what I say. You are going to explain to Robert what is to be done to him. You are going to demonstrate firsthand what it means to be under the obedient control of the Hive. And then you are going to watch supportively while I make love to our dear, sweet son and bring him into the Hive."

"No, I won't!" said Miles.

"Yes, you will," said Keiko.

And with that, she strode confidently out of the master bedroom, not even waiting to see if Miles followed.

He did.

They returned to Robert's bedroom. Robert looked flustered for some reason. Trisha gave him an eerie smile.

"And... we're back," said Keiko brightly. She sat down on his bed again and turned to her son. "Robert, we have some things to tell you. Sit down, dear."

Robert sat down on his bed, but some distance away.

"No, next to me," said Keiko.

Robert moved closer, but not right next to his mother. Something about her affect troubled him.

"Are you afraid I might bite?" Keiko grinned and moved over so she was sitting thigh to thigh with her 18 year old son. "Robert, dear. You're probably wondering what's going on here, and why your father really brought Trisha here."

"Yeah, I am," said Robert.

"Dear, would you like to explain?" Keiko asked Miles innocently.

Miles felt all eyes on him. Suddenly, he felt his mouth open, and words came out of it. About riders. And the Hive. And how they made people feel really good. As he talked, he smelled Keiko's natural scent, or so it seemed. It was actually coming from Keiko's rider. He could see it was affecting Robert. He was starting to sweat, and Miles could see a lump forming in his pants.

Robert was finding it harder and harder to concentrate as his heart beat rapidly and his chest felt tight. "Dad... what does all this have to do with us?"

"An excellent question, dear," said Keiko, patting his thigh. "Show him, Miles. You too, Trisha."

No!

But Miles found himself taking off his shirt, even as Trisha obediently took off her blouse. As Miles turned his back along with Trisha he felt a twinge of shame.

Robert saw the heavy pulsating rider on their backs. "Dad, what is that thing on you!" Robert shouted. He started to get up but Keiko pushed him down.

"They're called riders, dear," said Keiko. She started to rub his arms sensually. "And I have one too."

"You do?" said Robert, wide eyed.

"Um hm," said Keiko, as she started to rub his thighs.

"What... what do they do to you?"

"Miles? Why don't you and Trisha show Robert what they do to you?" Keiko asked.

No!

Miles had had sex dozens of times, hundreds of times for the Hive before. But never like this. Never in a way that was purposefully meant to humiliate him.

And yet he found himself taking Trisha in his arms and kissing her. She responded avidly.

"Dad! What are you doing?" Robert cried.

Keiko replied for him. "Something beautiful. Something wonderful. Just relax and enjoy it." She continued to caress Robert's body even as Trisha and Miles embraced, and rapidly finished undressing each other, and then they were both completely naked, in front of Miles' son.

Robert gasped as he saw Trisha naked. He has fantasized about this moment for a long time. Her breasts were small but shapely, her nipples proudly erect. Between her legs was a rough tuft of shapely hair. Then he saw his father, his very own father, sporting an enormous erection, an erection with a glowing green symbol on the tip of it. His father seemed totally without shame as he showed himself to his son in this way.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Everything will become clear in a moment, dear," said Keiko sweetly.

Trisha lay back on the bed mere inches from Robert and spread her legs without a hint of shame. She had a dark, freshly mowed triangle of pubic hair obviously intended for recreational sex. She looked up at Miles, saw the reluctance in his face, and winked.

No! Miles thought again. But he couldn't resist. It wasn't even the smell of Keiko's scent in the room. It was his very own rider. It filled him with incredible need. The moment he saw the opening between her legs, he knew he had to go between them. And so, with incredible misgivings, Miles got on top of her, mounted her, inserted himself into her. Suddenly, Miles found himself making love to an 18 year old girl in front of his wife and son.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Robert cried.

"He's making love to your little friend," said Keiko in her new, mocking musical tone. "And so will you, dear.". She gave Robert a highly flirtatious glance out of the corner of her eye.

"I will?" said Robert.

"When you join the Hive," said Keiko. She could see that the airborne pheromones had done their work. She could see the outlines of his erection in his pants. As Robert watched his father and Trisha have sex, Keiko casually got undressed herself. Robert got wide-eyed when he saw his mother's pointed breasts with their erect nippled tits.

"Mom!" he cried. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing, dear?" she asked, as she eagerly pulled down her panties. She saw Robert's gaze fall between her legs and smiled. "Do you think I'm pretty, Robert?" she said. "Just a little?"

Robert looked at his sexy mother. He always thought she was attractive. But at the moment his mother was more than merely attractive. He had never seen her pointed breasts before, her slender naked thighs, or the dark pubic bush between her legs. He felt an intense throbbing between his legs, an intense need that need to be filled. He wanted Trisha, but at the moment he needed his mother.

Keiko kissed him gently. "Tell me you think I'm pretty."

"You're pretty, Mom," Robert gasped. He felt his penis getting even stiffer, and painfully so. "Really pretty!"

"Why thank you, dear." Keiko started to kiss Robert repeatedly as she undressed him. Robert didn't resist and Keiko chuckled with joy as Robert started to kiss her back. His penis ached with need. When Keiko pulled down his underwear, she saw he was fully erect.

"Oh, my, what do we have here?" Keiko asked innocently.

"I'm sorry Mom!" Robert cried.

"Don't be sorry, dear," said Keiko. "An erection is the kindest gift you can give your mother." Her smiled grew broader as he reddened. Keiko stood up and pulled Robert with her. She kneeled down so she was at face level with his organ and gently reached out to caress his shaft. When her gentle caress reached the tip it bobbed and immediately exploded.

"Ahhhh!" Robert cried, and he ejaculated, spraying sperm on her face and neck. "Sorry, Mom!"

"Don't be sorry," said Keiko. She reached out and scooped a line of sperm off her cheek. She put it in her mouth and smiled at Robert's surprised expression.

"Mom!" Robert cried.

"Don't worry, Son. It's just an appetizer. I'm saving room for the main course," said Keiko, enjoying every moment of his discomfort. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Miles and Trisha gasping as they worked their way up the coitus ladder. Miles' rider was pumping furiously on his back as his face turned red. Trisha's panting was becoming stronger every moment. They were both getting close now. Keiko raised her glistening finger and swiped it through the air in front of her son's face. "If that's what you can do with a mere touch of the finger, just imagine how much more you can do inside of me." Her dark eyes sparkled with lust and hunger as she got up off her knees and stood next to her son, face to face, a mother and her adult son, but in moments they would be nothing more than a sexually mature male and female, bound in purpose and need by a higher biological authority.

It was at that moment that Miles and Trisha climaxed, nearly at the same time. He shuddered and gasped softly, and then Trisha did, a few seconds later.

Robert looked surprised. "Dad, did you....."

"Come inside your little friend? Of course he did," said Keiko. "How was he, Trisha?"

"Wonderful," said Trisha, smiling as she rubbed her sopping pubic hair, which was now mixed with sweat and sperm.

"You could have her next, Robert," said Keiko, giving him a knowing look out of the corners of her eyes.

"I could?" Robert asked, looking at Trisha's sweaty body with a shocked expression.

"Of course," said Keiko. " All you have to do is join the Hive," she added. "What do you say?" She took his penis, and rubbed it against her labial lips.

"Ohhhh... ohhhhh.... Oh Mom oh Mom oh Mom!" Robert cried.

"I'll take that for a yes," Keiko grinned.

And then, as Miles and Trisha watched, Keiko pushed her son down on the bed. He didn't resist as his mother mounted him in a lazy fashion, swinging a wide leg over his body as she demonstrated to Miles that she held all the power in this situation. Keiko smiled with satisfaction as her pubis settled down briefly just below her son's erect organ. The tip was red and still glistening with juices from his first ejaculation. She took it in her dainty hand and raised herself up slightly. "Just relax, dear. You simply are going to love this." She saw the glazed expression on her son's face, the intense hungering and need. Robert was ready. But it was Miles that Keiko turned to face as she slowly lowered herself on Robert's aching organ, giving her husband a shit eating smile with raised eyebrows as she slowly impaled herself on her son, inch by inch, until he totally disappeared inside of her.

Robert groaned as Keiko began the ritual of reproduction. She rode up and down on Robert's shaft while Miles watched helplessly. Robert felt like he was in Heaven. All he could focus on was the tremendous feeling of being inside his mother, of feeling her wet softness rubbing against the head of his penis, of her erect nippled tits bouncing up and down as she rode his shaft.

"Are you enjoying this, Robert?" Keiko asked.

Robert groaned. "Yeah," he whispered, feeling embarrassed but overwhelmed all at the same time. He felt such tremendous sexual pleasure... but it was his mother on top of him!

"And what about you, Miles?" Keiko asked.

Miles didn't answer. Trisha cocked her head as she felt her rider whisper a suggestion too soft for her to make out. She reached out with her hand and started to stimulate Miles' semi-flaccid penis. He grunted and jerked slightly with the stimulation.

"Do you want me to stop, Miles?" Keiko asked mischievously.

Miles watched as his wife's sweaty body rode up and down on his son's penis. From his side view he could see Robert's shaft disappearing in and out of Keiko's dark pubic growth. Her nipples were hard and pointed as she moved up and down on him. And on her back...

On her back her heavy double banded rider was beginning to bubble and expand. The view of her rider, taking nourishment from his wife's sweaty, athletic body to reproduce itself, to make a master for his only son, aroused Miles even more than Trisha's delicate touch.

"Miles. I asked you a question," said Keiko. She paused ever so slightly at the top of her arc, making Robert gasp.

"No," said Miles in a low, guttural voice. "Don't stop."

"Are you sure?" Keiko asked, moving slowly down Robert's shaft before reversing course yet again.

"Yes!" Miles cried, and he felt relief when Keiko sped up again. He suddenly realized that he didn't just want to see Keiko continue, but he needed to see her finish. He wanted to see Keiko create a new master for their son, he could think of nothing more sensual or exciting than watching it happen.

Keiko's rider started to expand furiously and a line started to appear down the middle.

"We're coming to the best part," Trisha whispered, as she continued to fondle the tip of Miles' penis. As she moved her head closer to his, Miles suddenly realized how red her lips were. They kissed, and Miles' penis grew rock hard again, even though he had just ejaculated.

And at that moment the inevitable happened to Keiko. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out almost tortuously, her erect nippled breasts heaving as life energy was ripped from her body to create a new form of life. Suddenly, where there had been one rider on her back, there were now two; a smaller banded one, and another equally small newborn.

Trisha whispered, "Your wife looks so beautiful, doesn't she?"

Miles looked over at his wife, glistening with sweat, as her newborn rider started pulsing for the very first time, right alongside the larger, mature, double banded one, which looked a little smaller for its effort. He looked at the newborn rider and realized how Keiko had created it from her own flesh, from her own exertions, and he felt a strong tingling sensation.

Trisha saw the look in his eyes and nodded. Her rider whispered something, and she got down to her knees. In seconds she was fellating him.

Robert had watched the stunning sight of his mother climaxing and had concluded, quite logically, and quite wrongly, that he was the cause of it. "Did you just come, Mom?" Robert asked.

"In... in a manner of speaking," Keiko gasped, wiping sweat off her brow as she moved up and down, but more slowly now. "Are you close to coming, dear?"

Robert made a tense face. "I... I think so. I'm almost there."

"Let's see about getting you all the way, then," Keiko grinned, as she felt her baby rider starting to crawl over the edge of her right shoulder She turned Robert's head in the other direction, and then she started to grind her pelvis in a circle. The feeling on the tip of Robert's penis was extraordinary. In moments he was gasping, and crying out with pleasure.

"She's so good at this," Trisha whispered to Miles, as his red penis popped out of her mouth, glistening with the teenager's saliva. "She's so sexy, isn't she?"

Miles was stunned as he watched his wife riding his adult son's penis. She seemed so athletic, so alive, so sexually aware. He had never seen her so sensuous, never seen her so joyful, so living in the moment. Her back was a patchwork of rashes as the new smaller rider reasserted itself between her shoulder blades. Keiko smiled and winked at him even as her baby rider worked its way down her arm to Robert's back.

And then Miles cried out as Trisha took him in her mouth again. Trisha or his rider seemed to time things so that he was very close to climax as his son was taken, intertwining the prime function of the Hive with erotic pleasure. As Miles watched his son get taken, he knew he would always associate sexual pleasure with it.

As Trisha fellated Miles anew, Robert cried out as his new master mounted him. His body stiffened, and he went wide eyed. "My head!" he cried. "I feel something in my head!"

"I know," Keiko smiled.

"Mom, Dad, help me!" he cried.

"He can't help you," said Keiko smugly. "Your father is a little preoccupied at the moment."

Miles groaned with pleasure as he flooded Trisha's mouth with his seed. Despite having just come moments earlier, he came again with incredible force, shooting ropes of sperm deep into the back of Trisha's throat as he watched his son being enslaved by the Hive. Miles groaned again as he felt his balls being totally drained. Trisha pulled out and wiped her glistening lips with the back of her hand, a wicked smile on her face.

Miles blinked rapidly, and suddenly the arousal was washed away like a curtain of fog being lifted. He found he could think normally again. He looked over at Robert, who was blinking rapidly as his breathing slowly returned to normal, and realized the enormity of what had just happened. My son, my only son!

"What are you?" Keiko demanded, looking incredible sexy as she put her hands on her hips while still totally nude. Her nipples were hard and firm and pointing straight at her son.

"I... I am Hiveflesh," Robert replied, with glassy eyes.

"What is your function?"

"To fertilize eggs, and expand the Hive."

"Kiss me," Keiko commanded.

Robert leaned forward and kissed his mother on the lips, even as she grinned wickedly and ground her body against his.

When Robert pulled back, Keiko made a face. "That wasn't bad. But it could be better. We have time, though, to work on it."

"To work on it?" said Robert.

"The Hive has decided that I will be the one to bring your rider to maturity. Isn't that good news, Miles?"

Miles gave a weak smile and nodded.

The next day Miles immediately sought out Melinda.

"It had to be done, Miles," said Melinda.

"But did it have to be done in that way?" Miles asked.

"It had to be done exactly as the Hive intended," said Melinda. "It was a wonderful learning experience, for all of you." She let her hands roam. "As you will continue to learn."

Miles felt on edge as he arrived home that evening. He saw Keiko getting ready to serve dinner, and Robert already seated. "Have you..."

"Not yet," said Keiko. She brought plates of food to the table. "After dinner. I want Robert to be well nourished. He's going to need a lot of energy for what I have in mind."

Robert blushed.

"You don't have to embarrass the boy," said Miles, sitting down next to him.

"Nonsense!" said Keiko, putting down a dish with a clatter. "You're not embarrassed to be making love to your sexy mother, are you, Robert?"

Robert looked uncertainly from his mother to his father. He had just acquired his rider yesterday and his mind was in a jumble. All day he had been fed a steady stream of sensual thought of Keiko. Keiko, riding up and down on his penis, of Keiko, smiling encouragingly at him as her erect nippled tits bounced up and down as she encouraged him to come. But Keiko was also his Mom!

Robert looked to his father for support. "Dad? Is it really all right that Mom and I are... doing stuff?"

Miles paused. He felt Keiko's hard glare on him. "Go ahead, Miles. Tell Robert if it's all right if he and I do... stuff." She smiled teasingly at him.

Miles felt himself being prompted by his rider. He felt the heat of it on his back and its tendrils in his mind. He had to say something. If he didn't; he knew his rider would use his mouth to speak for him.

"It's... all right," he said grudgingly.

"What's all right, Miles?" Keiko asked innocently.

"If you two... do it," said Miles.

"It?" Keiko smiled disarmingly. "Dear, you're so vague, I'm afraid you're confusing the boy. Tell us all what you mean."

Miles felt a deep breath, and a compulsion to speak. He spoke before the choice was made for him, even as his rider pulsated furiously on his back. "It's... all right, Robert... if you... you and your mother...." He gulped. "Have sex."

"Congratulations," said Keiko, clapping once like a thunderclap which made Miles jump. "I know how hard that was for you, Miles."

"Dad? Do you really mean it?" Robert asked.

Miles felt the heat of his rider, pressing against him. "Yes."

"Well, now that that's settled, I can hardly wait," said Keiko. She smiled at Robert. "Eat something, dear. Or do you want to have sex first?"

Robert rapidly started cutting into his steak.

"And what about you, Miles? Have you lost your appetite?" Keiko asked. "Considering all the women you must have fucked today, I would imagine you'd be very hungry... at least for food."

"Dad, are you really sleeping with other women?" Robert still had trouble believing it.

"He is, Honey," said Keiko. "Tell us, Miles, how many women have you been sleeping with? 10? 20? 50? 100?"

"I... I don't know," said Miles.

"Oh, you've been a very bad boy." Keiko smiled at her husband with sexy admiration. Then she turned to Robert. "And once you've been trained, you can do the exact same thing."

"Really?" said Robert.

"Uh huh."

Miles realized he was being used as a role model to seduce his son. He ate his food in silence. Dinner proceeded at a glacial pace. Miles knew full well what was going to happen at the end of it, as did they all. Robert looked nervous and picked at his food. Keiko, on the other hand, looked joyful, grinning wickedly every time Miles or Robert met her stares. She was wearing heavy makeup and a sexy shirt which left little to the imagination. She was constantly making excuses to lean forward and give Robert an eyeful. Her seduction had the desired effect, with Robert alternatively grinning and fidgeting as Keiko desired.

And then finally the time came. Keiko turned to Robert. "Are you going to eat any more, dear?"

"I don't think so, Mom," said Robert.

"Then you must be hungry for something else," she said in a deep, musical voice. Keiko grinned as she got up and pulled him by the hand out of his chair. Miles felt his throat tighten as Keiko flashed him a smile. As she turned away Miles saw the outline of her rider in her tight shirt, nestled tightly between her shoulder blades. Miles knew it was her rider which was making her do this. The Hive was in control of his wife's mind and body now.

He watched helplessly as his wife led his son by the hand out of the dining room. Robert almost floated behind her like a compliant balloon. He heard her musical voice as they left. "Oh, dear, we're going to use the master bedroom. It's so much nicer to have a larger bed," said Keiko. In seconds Miles heard the door to the bedroom slam shut, and heard the subtle click as the lock engaged.

Keiko and Robert came out nearly two hours later.

Two hours?

They were both fully dressed, but Robert's hair was messed up, they both looked sweaty, and each was giving the other satisfied grins.

"That took long enough," said Miles.

"Oh, we could have kept going and going," said Keiko. "You should have seen it, Miles. You would have been so proud of your son."

Miles looked at Robert, who smiled at him before looking away.

The following evening, Keiko once again had sex with Robert after dinner. Miles knew what Keiko was doing. She was making Robert work on top of her, doing the most exercise to strengthen his rider as rapidly as possible. Which each session of intercourse, Robert's mind would fall more and more under the control of the Hive. When they emerged from the bedroom nearly two hours later, they found Miles in the living room, pretending to watch a holo.

"Miles? Don't you want to know how it went?" Keiko asked. She was wearing a bathrobe this time; Robert was mostly dressed.

"I presume it went... well," said Miles sullenly.

"Tell him, Robert," said Keiko. "Tell him what you said." She saw his hesitance. "Go on. It's part of your training."

"I... I said you were very... fuckable," said Robert, turning red.

"That's not all you said, Robert. I raised you to be a moral, honest son. Tell Miles the missing word," said Keiko.

Robert's rider pulsated heavily on his back. For some reason this seemed to be important, as important as the key phrases Keiko was having him repeat while he had intercourse with her. "I... I said you're a... a very fuckable... Mom," said Robert.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" said Keiko, smiling broadly. "It's so nice of you to say so. Miles, you should know his training is progressing very well."

"Good," said Miles, turning away.

The next day when Miles came home, there was no one in the kitchen. But he heard sounds of voices from the master bedroom. He followed them cautiously.

"You want to be controlled by your rider."

"I want to be controlled by my rider."

"You want your rider to take over your mind."

"I... I want my rider to take over my mind."

Miles found the door to the master bedroom open, wide open, and as he watched, his son moved back and forth between his wife's widely spread legs. He saw the rider on Robert's back had grown much larger and thicker than when Keiko had first given birth to it, three short days ago. He was about to quietly back out when Keiko caught his eye.

"Miles! Don't you dare leave without saying hello! That would be rude! Get in here!"

Miles reluctantly took a few steps forward. "Hello," he said quietly.

"Robert, where are your manners? Aren't you going to say hello to your father?" Keiko asked.

"Hello, Dad," Robert said brusquely, even as he continued to thrust inside his mother. His rider glistened on his back, which itself was shiny with sweat and exertion. "Mom, I need to come!"

"But dear, you've already come twice this evening," said Keiko, in mock distress.

"But I need to come now," said Robert still pumping hard.

"I'll leave you to it," said Miles hastily.

"Miles, don't go," said Keiko, her eyes widening.

Miles found himself frozen in his tracks.

"Robert and I have made a fantastic discovery, haven't we, Robert?"

Robert nodded, still plowing vigorously.

"Robert's rider has taken control of his orgasms. It only lets him come now when it wants to. Isn't that so, Robert?"

"Yes," said Robert unhappily. "Mom, why can't I come? I've done everything you said!"

"Yes, but did you really mean it?"

"I do!" Robert cried.

"Hm," said Keiko speculatively, as Robert continued to move in and out of her. "Let's leave it up to Miles. If Miles says you can come, then your rider will let you come. Does that sound fair, Robert?"

"Yes," said Robert, with clear frustration in his voice. He turned towards his father. "Please let me come, Dad. Please."

Miles felt intensely embarrassed. He saw the look of extreme need on Robert's face, and knew exactly how he felt.

"All right," he said brusquely.

"All right? All right what?" said Keiko.

"You... you can come," said Miles woodenly.

Robert kept thrusting. He felt on the verge of coming, and yet, still couldn't. Keiko's vagina wonderfully stimulated the head of his penis, and his balls were tight with need, but he couldn't take the last step. "It's not working!" he cried. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that your father didn't really mean it, and your rider knows it," said Keiko, in her "you've been a naughty boy" voice. "Be more convincing, Miles." She gave him a mocking smile.

Miles felt intensely torn as Robert gave him another desperate look. He felt his rider feeding him words. This time, he said them. "Please," he said. "Please let Robert come! Let him come inside of Keiko!" His face turned red as he felt incredibly, incredibly embarrassed.

"Do you really mean that, Miles?" Her eyes were sparkling. "Do you really want your handsome son to come inside me, to fill me with his seed, in the place that used to belong only to you?"

"Yes," said Miles. His rider pounded heavily on his back and in his mind. Then, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Robert's back went as stiff as a board and his head thrust upwards as he cried out. His cry mixed oddly with the sounds of feminine laughter. And then, as he collapsed with exhaustion on top of his mother, his rider throbbing with newly acquired energy, it was done.

As Miles turned to go, his shoulders slumped, he heard, "Thank you so much for your... assistance, Miles."

Family relations were rapidly evolving in the Collins household. Miles had wondered with some trepidation how Robert's rapidly maturing rider would change his personality. Miles felt subjectively that he hadn't changed at all. Oh, he felt the new imperatives to reproduce and expand the Hive quite strongly, but he was still the gentle and kind man he had been the first 40 years of his life. Keiko's personality, by contrast, had changed quite dramatically, perhaps because her sex drive had required more alteration than Miles'. She had become cruel, mocking, and mean. Miles hoped that Robert would go through the change without being changed very much, like him.

But some change was inevitable. The day came when Miles came home and found Robert kissing and fondling Keiko in the kitchen. "Umm, Robert, save it for the bedroom," Keiko admonished him, but her eyes were on Miles and she was smiling when she said it.

"I don't want to save it for the bedroom. I want to fuck you now," said Robert, in a deep, masculine voice Miles had never heard before.

Miles stiffened as he saw the outline of Robert's rider pulsating underneath his shirt. It was already starting to take control of him.

"What about your father? Shouldn't we consider his needs?"

"No," said Robert curtly. He turned to face his father. "Mom is mine now, Dad. The Hive has given her to me. Don't try to interfere."

Miles recoiled in shock. He looked at the hard face of his son; the face of a stranger now, just as his wife's was. Keiko smiled smugly and took her son arm in arm and walked off. In a moment Miles heard a door closing and the sound of a click as the lock engaged.

Two hours later Miles looked at the chrono and frowned. It was nearly 11 o'clock at night. Enough was enough. He went to the door of the bedroom and tried to turn the handle. It clicked but wouldn't budge. He heard the sound of feminine laughter inside.

"Open up," said Miles, banging hard on the door. "Let me in!" He immediately regretted the tone of desperation in his voice.

More feminine laughter. A moment later, a long moment later, the door clicked on the other side and slowly opened. Keiko stood there, in a sheer black nightgown Miles had never seen before, parted down the middle to reveal Keiko's sexy body. Her breasts had red spots on them as if they had been violently sucked or even chewed on. Farther down, her labial lips, engorged with blood, stuck out at the bottom of her dark, sweaty pubic triangle.

"What is it, Miles?" Keiko said, in a sleepy tone.

"Aren't you done yet?" He asked miserably.

"Robert has such energy," said Keiko, her eyes widening. "You know 18 year olds."

"I want to go to bed," said Miles peevishly.

"Go somewhere else," said Robert, suddenly appearing out of the darkness. Unlike his mother, he was totally naked. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat. His body odor filled the room. Between his legs he sported an enormous erection which pointed out at his father. He put a protective arm around Keiko's waist.

The sight of his son, erect, hugging his wife, unsettled Miles mightily, though he wasn't exactly sure why. His rider pulsated furiously on his back. No one spoke for a long moment. Finally Miles said, "I want to sleep."

"Well, I don't," said Robert.

"You'd better spend the night on the couch, Miles," Keiko said. "Robert and I still have some work to do." She smiled up at him and fondled his chest. "In fact, we may be working through the night." She looked up at Robert and tittered. Miles snorted and stomped off.

Going home every night was painfully unpleasant for Miles now. His son had taken his place as his wife's lover. Miles was banished from the bedroom for the duration of Robert's training.

First his wife had been changed in front of his very own eyes. The newly sexualized Keiko, who he had first appreciated for her enhanced appetites in the bedroom, had quickly evolved even further into a new Keiko, a mocking Keiko who seemed to feed equally off of guilt and discomfort as much as sexual energy.

And now his son had been taken and changed.

By the fourth day of his training, Robert was totally uninhibited, kissing and fondling Keiko wherever he wanted to, even when Miles was present. Especially when Miles was present. One time Miles caught him fondling Keiko in the kitchen. Before his very eyes Robert undressed his mother, taking off her shirt and blouse before squeezing and sucking her titties right in front of his father. He cast a mocking glance at Miles as he sucked his mother off.

As he pulled back, Keiko's bright red nipple came free with a pop. "That sure was good, Mom," said Robert. "Dad must really have enjoyed having you all these years."

"He did," said Keiko, in a neutral tone. "But he wasn't man enough to keep me." She gave a disparaging glance downwards.

Miles growled and took a step towards her. "Keiko, enough!"

"Stay away from her, Dad!" Robert said, stepping between them. "Mom is mine, now!"

Miles glared at his son and bit his lip furiously while his rider pulsated on his back. Then he looked away and nodded curtly, and abruptly left the room.
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