Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

That night Marion tossed and turned in her bed. She was all alone. Paul was sleeping at Chloe's now. Marion couldn't get the image of Susan out of her mind, the thought of Susan with her mature rider and big breasts. And that kiss! Susan wanted her, Marion knew. She tossed and turned all night as she fantasized about having sexual intercourse with her youngest daughter.

But it was more than just having sex with her. Marion wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be submissive to her youngest daughter. She fantasized about Susan ordering her to take off her clothes. Marion would obey, she knew. Susan spoke for the Hive in matters like this and Marion would feel no choice but to comply. She would strip off her clothes while her daughter watched with freshly implanted hunger in her eyes.

Then Susan would order Marion to undress her, and she would. She would enjoy taking Susan's shirt off, and then her bra. Susan would rub her firm breasts against her own as Marion finished undressing her. Then they would rub their naked bodies together. Marion just knew that Susan's soft pubic hair would feel so good against her labial lips.

Susan would whisper in her ears, "We are to become lovers, Mom. The Hive demands it." And Marion would nod and let Susan take her by the hand to her bedroom. Once inside she would do everything Susan asked... and more.

Her rider was obviously preparing her to make love to Susan. Even Marion, with her heavily conditioned mind, recognized that. The question is, when it came to real life performance, and not just dreams, could she really do it?

The next morning Marion awoke with sore, red tinged eyes. Her night had not been a restful one.

Susan, on the other hand, seemed chipper and refreshed, wearing a shirt which showed off the creamy tops of her young breasts. "I feel like celebrating! Would you like to go shopping with me, Mom?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. She hadn't looked this happy since before she had joined the Hive.

"I don't know. The Hive may want me for something," said Marion.

"They don't. You have the day off," Susan grinned. "Aunt Chloe told me."

Marion looked around. "And where are your brother and sister?"

Susan shrugged. "They're around somewhere, I suppose."

Marion's suspicions only grew. She was being thrown together with Susan, that was clear. She increasingly realized what would be expected of her, but still wasn't sure she would be able to do perform.

Nevertheless, she agreed. "What do you want to go shopping for?"

"Oh, I don't know. Bras and panties, stuff like that."

An hour later, Marion was in a dressing room with Susan in a department store. She watched as Susan tried on one bra after another. But not just any bras. These were sexy, red or black lace bras. Susan put on a black lace bra, one with a lot of cleavage. "What do you think of this one, Marion?"

Susan had started calling her Marion more and more frequently now. It slightly unnerved her, even though, technically, it was correct. She was no longer Susan's mother. They were both simply sexually mature women, both slaves of the Hive.

Marion looked at the bra. "It looks nice, dear."

"Do you think I look sexy?"

Marion's pulse quickened. While her own breasts were large, bell shaped titties, Susan had more round, firm melons with little sage. Her little girl's areolas were almost as red as her mother's, and were visible even through the bra. Marion thought of sucking on one. And on her back... Susan's single banded rider somehow only enhanced her sexuality. To know that she was being controlled, to be conditioned to be Marion's lover... It excited her nipples, her clitoris, all of her.

"You... you look very pretty, dear," Marion said carefully, trying not to show the lust she felt.

"Pretty?" Susan's eyes narrowed and she looked scornfully at her mother. She took off the bra. She cupped her large breasts. "Do you really think the boys will find them pretty, Mother?" she asked, in a mocking tone.

"I'm sure they will, dear," said Marion, feeling her heart racing and her rider humping her back. She felt the urge to suck on one of them. Could she... should she...?

"And the girls, too?" Susan had a wicked smile on her face.

"Are... are you attracted to girls now, Susan?" Marion asked.

"I don't know, Mother... are you?"

Marion turned away, and blushed.

The next thing Susan tried on was underwear. Susan put on a sheer pair of panties that clearly showed her prominent vaginal lips. They were red and thick, just like her mother's. "What do you think, Marion? Are these attractive?"

Marion was suddenly aware that she was all alone with Susan in a dressing room, and that Susan was wearing nothing but a flimsy bra and a transparent pair of panties. She felt Susan's hand on her arm and her daughter looked up at her with green eyes, the same green eyes Marion had. Susan's hand rubbed her arm slowly.

"They... they are beautiful, dear," said Marion. They both knew she wasn't talking about the underwear.

Susan put her face closer to her mother's, and Marion felt like she was about to be taken.

"Then kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it."

"Here? In the dressing room?"

"Yes. The Hive demands it." Not waiting for an answer, Susan grabbed her mother and started grinding her lips against her. Marion kissed her back as she felt Susan squeezing her ass cheeks. In between kisses, Susan whispered in Marion's ear. "I have been given my first assignment by the Hive, Mother. My first assignment is... you."

"I know," Marion whispered. "I've been dreaming about you nonstop."

"Have you?" Susan asked excitedly, letting a hand roam between Marion's legs.

"Yes," Marion admitted.

Susan looked her mother dominantly in the eye while she rubbed her through her thin cotton trousers. "I'm going to train you, Mother. I'm going to train you and make you want to love women, and you're going to be more obedient than you've ever been, aren't you?'

"Yes," Marion gasped. She started to pant. "The idea of being trained... shaped... changed by the Hive... trained by you.... it excites me terribly."

Susan caressed Marion's cheek. "It excites me too." They embraced in a long, passionate kiss. When Marion pulled back, she realized now that she had no choice: Susan would become her lover.

Before they left the store, Susan, now clearly in command, had Marion try on a series of nightgowns. Marion tried on one after another, aware of her daughter's predatory eyes. Finally she tried on one that Susan liked. It was totally see-through.

"Susan, this is too much!" Marion cried, looking at herself in the mirror. She could clearly see her bra and panties through the flimsy gown.

"Too much is never enough, Mother," said Susan, giving her mother a fierce kiss. "That's just perfect. You will wear it tonight when we have dinner together. You will wear it, and have nothing on underneath it. Do you understand?"

Marion nodded.

"Now kiss me again, like you mean it," said Susan. She felt her mother's eager lips pressed against her own.

As Marion prepared dinner that night the tension in the air mounted. Rachel, Ryan and Paul were not home, obviously on purpose. She knew that Susan would start training her tonight. But could she do it? Could she really make love to her daughter?

"Mom!" Marion heard from the bathroom.

Marion came to the bathroom at a run. Susan was standing nude in the shower. Droplets of water covered her large, firm breasts. Her areolas were almost as large as her mother's, and her nipples were proudly erect. But what caught Marion's eyes was between her daughter's legs. Her blonde pubic hair was rich and full and projected out a full inch from her body. Her pubic hair was so thick that her skin was invisible beneath it. Drops of water congealed on her pubic hair like little crystals. The wetness highlighted the pink fringes of her vaginal lips. Above it, Marion saw for the first time that Susan now had a glowing slave mark, just above her pubic folds. Her baby girl was a Hive slave now.

"Ah, Mom," said Susan, clearing her throat.

Marion, reddening, looked up. "Yes?"

"Have you seen my shampoo? It's disappeared."

"No," said Marion, giving her an odd look. Susan knew she didn't use her shampoo. Why would she be asking her that?

"Never mind, I see something else that will work," said Susan, smiling as she grabbed another bottle.

Marion couldn't help but notice Susan's rider as she turned away. Her rider, glistening with wetness, hung between her shoulder blades, almost like another hump of pure femininity. The golden band around the edges, signifying both the rider's sexual maturity and its control over Susan's mind, glowed brightly. Marion admired her daughter's young, firm ass, and long, athletic legs dimpled with water. Her upraised ass looked so sexy in combination with the rider pulsating on her back. Marion was tremendously aroused by the thought of the rider on her back controlling such a young, sexy body.

Susan saw Marion looking at her and smiled.

"You... you're simply beautiful," said Marion. "The way you carry your rider. It makes you look so... so sexy." There, she had said it.

"Thank you, Marion," said Susan. Marion. Not Mother. She gave Marion a warm smile. Susan slowly caressed her slick body, her eyes shining. "Everything feels so good now, Marion. Having my rider in my mind, controlling me. To think that I fought it, that I resisted so long." She breathed deeply, and her breasts heaved. "Oh, Marion. It feels so good to be enslaved, used, and twisted." Susan gave her mother a sexy smile and started to lather soap in her hands. Then she started to rub it into her breasts. Her erect nippled tits looked gorgeous.

"Do you like it, Marion? Do you like watching me touch myself?"

"Yes," said Marion. Right now she wanted Susan more than anything. Susan's hand moved lower, between her legs. She winked as she saw Marion's jaw drop open and her eyes widen as her daughter, her dear daughter, touched herself in between her legs. Susan's smile grew sharper as she rubbed liquidy soap into her pubic hair. She spread her legs as she soaped herself openly, revealing her glowing Slave Mark and just above her fleshy labial lips.

Her little girl had a Slave Mark now. When had that happened? The sight of the glowing alien character only increased Marion's state of arousal. Seeing a Hive Mark which indicated that Susan's body and mind was being controlled, used by the Hive, stimulated her as much as her daughter's thick, red labial lips. Marion couldn't help but notice that Susan had shaved the areas around her Slave Mark, to make her vulva stand out more. It was the kind of thing that a woman steeped in recreational sex might do... but not a shy 18 year old virgin. It only highlighted what her daughter had become in a very short period of time, with the help and encouragement of the Hive.

Susan's eyes were wide and innocent as she fingered her glowing green Hive Stamp. She enjoyed Marion's gaze and obvious arousal for a moment, and then somehow her fingers wandered down to her clit. She noticed Marion's stare and smiled. "I'm the one rubbing my clit, Mother, but it's my rider giving me permission to do it. It's a reward, a reward for being so obedient, for completing my training. Are you enjoying my reward along with me, Marion?"

Marion nodded as Susan started to rub soap in her vulva. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. She felt an intense desire to rub her body against her daughter, to kiss and hug and fondle her roughly.

Susan leaned back against the shower wall carefully, leaning against her ample buttocks rather than her upper back so her rider wouldn't be harmed. Then she spread her legs and openly masturbated herself. Susan's wet heavy breasts hung down while she felt the warmth of her rider on her back and in her mind. "It feels so good, Mother. It all feels so good now that you've brought me into the Hive." Her eyes closed tightly, as she relished purely the physical. "To be taken. Used. Controlled. To perform like this in front of you, in a way I never could before." She panted heavily as she spoke. Then she opened her eyes slowly and smiled at Marion lecherously. "Do you like seeing what you turned me into?"

"Yes," said Marion instantly.

"Then join me, Mother," said Susan. "Take off your clothes."

Marion rushed to obey, moving so rapidly that she almost ripped off her shirt. Susan watched with great interest as Marion dropped her shirt to the bathroom floor and hurriedly opened her bra. Her large breasts sprang free, thrusting forward and downwards in a reflexive motion.

The sight of her mother's large melons made Susan's pulse quicken. "You're so sexy, Marion. Do you know why?" Susan asked.

"Why?" Marion said, even as she worked rapidly to remove her skirt and panties.

"Because you're so eager to obey. So eager to serve," said Susan.

"I love being used by the Hive. I love being controlled," said Marion, as she pulled down her panties, causing her jet black pubes to spring to life. They were so thick that once freed from the confines of her panties, they stood out a good two inches from her body. Marion stood there proudly, completely nude, ready to be used, standing rigidly erect.

Susan gave a mocking smile. "I know you like being controlled. That's why we're going to have such a good time together. Come here, Marion."

Marion stepped into the shower so she was face to face with her daughter. Some of the water from the shower head started to spray her body.

"Kiss me," Susan breathed.

Marion pressed her lips against her blonde daughter. Susan kissed her back. For a long moment all that was heard was the sound of water spraying. When Susan took a step back she smiled as she saw the nipples on her mother's heavy breasts were erect

"Now touch yourself, Mother," said Susan roughly. "Touch yourself while thinking of me."

Without hesitating, Marion started to rub her clitoris while Susan did the same. They masturbated while staring into each others' eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Mother. I'm going to fuck you tonight like you've never been fucked before. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes, I want you to make love to me, Susan!" Marion said. Her breasts were starting to heave, and her breathing grew more rapid.

"I'm going to take you and twist your mind and use your body and your cunt and you're going to do everything I tell you, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'll do everything you tell me!" Marion cried, the look on her face growing more frantic. Susan smiled as she relished the control she had over her mother. She looked down and saw Marion's fingers rapidly mashing her cuntlips.

"I'm going to fuck you, Marion. I'm going to fuck you over and over until you cry out-"

"Oh!" Marion cried.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and even after that-"

"Oh!" Marion cried again.

And then they both stared into each other's eyes, as their riders synchronized their orgasms, and they both cried out, "Oh... oh... oh......!" and at that moment Marion began to bond with her daughter in a new way, a new and exciting way she knew would grow only stronger with time.

As they stood there, breathing heavily and staring at each other, nothing could be heard but the spray of water.

Marion was trembling as she got ready for dinner. She put on the nightgown that Susan had ordered her to buy, sans panties and bra. Her breasts and pubis were totally visible through the thin gauze. Marion looked at her body in the mirror and gently fondled one of her breasts.

My own daughter is going to fuck me tonight. She's going to fuck me, and I am going to cooperate.

As Marion laid out dinner, Susan popped a bottle of wine, and laid out two glasses. "Susan! You're not-" Marion stopped herself, realizing how ridiculous it was to complain about that. Even though she was only 18, Susan was a sexually mature woman, like herself. Complaining about a cup of wine was silly compared to the barriers that Susan had already broken.

Susan was wearing tight pants which showed off every curve of her ass and a new blouse, one which revealed her large breasts. Susan had always been conservative about showing her breasts before, preferring baggy shirts and sweaters like her mother. But now her breasts were practically spilling out of her bright yellow shirt.

She's dressed to have sex. To have sex with me.

Marion felt a chill in her vagina as she thought it. Before they began eating, Susan admired the nightgown Marion was wearing. "Yessssss," Susan hissed, as she admired her mother's semi nude form. Marion had obeyed Susan's instructions to the letter and wore neither bra nor panties. Her heavy breasts and bright red areolas were clearly visible underneath it... as was her pubic bush. The dark, triangular shape inflamed Susan's desire. "I love your nightie, mother."

"You do?" Marion asked

"I do!" Susan reached out and hugged her sexy Mom as she was bringing out the main course.

"Susan!" Marion cried, as Susan squeezed her breasts through her nightie. "I'm going to drop the food."

"Then drop it, Mother," said Susan. Even as she pressed her lips against her mother, Marion responded, at the same time carefully lowering dinner plates on the table with shakey hands even as Susan continued to fondle her titties. Only then was she able to give her full attention to her amorous daughter.

They kissed for a full minute. When Susan looked back, she licked her lips. and said, "You're so sexy, Mother. You are going to be such an amazing fuck, I just know it."

Marion blushed.

"Can you really still be bashful, after all you've done, after all the Hive has made you do?" Susan lifted Marion's chin so they made eye contact. "You do know you're going to get the fucking of your life tonight, don't you?"

"Yes," Marion whispered.

"Then kiss me again. Kiss me like you want it more than anything."

As Marion grinded her lips against her daughter, she rubbed her hands against Susan's back, arms, ass and legs. The kiss went on and on, and Susan moaned as Marion pressed her body against her youngest daughter. Finally when Marion pulled back Susan smiled appreciatively, looking at her mother's suddenly erect nipples. "Maybe you do want it," she said, her eyes shining.

When Marion turned away, Susan admired the large, pulsating rider between her shoulders. It provided an interesting contrast to her well rounded ass. Marion's double golden brands shone brightly, making Susan smile. Susan loved the fact that the Hive had taken over her mother's body, as well as the one on her own. Only the Hive could have turned her mother into a willing and eager partner whose sexy body Susan intended to enjoy quite fully in the coming days.

All throughout dinner Susan gave her a smile filled with hungering, a smile filled with promises of more to come. It was the kind of smile Marion had seen before, but not on her daughter. She had seen that same smile on Paul's face, on nights right before he was in the mood to... the mood to... but they didn't do that anymore. Now Paul had been conditioned to love Chloe, and Susan....

Susan had been assigned to seduce her Mother.

For a moment, a brief moment, Marion's own thoughts broke through and she realized what she had done. She had put a rider on her husband and lost him completely to another woman. She had enslaved all three of her children. And now the Hive was trying to condition her to fall in love with her youngest daughter.

And then her rider, pulsating on her back, sent tendrils into her mind, and reassured her how wonderful this all was. It was good to be part of the Hive. It was good to have surrendered her family to the Hive. It was the best thing she ever could have done. Marion relaxed and smiled again.

Marion drank a glass of wine, as her rider fed her erotic thoughts of Susan. Susan, nude in the shower. Susan, rubbing her naked body against hers, kissing her passionately. Marion slowly found herself succumbing to these thoughts as she drank with her daughter. She found herself wanting to fuck Susan, to rub her pubis against her daughter until she moaned with pleasure, to feel her clit aching as she-

"Interesting thoughts, Mother?"

"What? Yes," said Marion, looking guilty.

"Let me guess. Is your rider tantalizing you with thoughts about me, Mother?" Susan asked, as if she read her mind.

"Yes," Marion whispered.

"My rider has been doing the same to me for days," said Susan.

"Really?" Marion was startled.

Susan nodded vigorously "Day and night. I've been thinking of nothing but fucking you. My clit burns for you, Mother."

"Really?" Marion said again, her jaw dropping open.

"Really," said Susan. She raised her wine glass. "To interesting thoughts."

Marion raised her own, and she shivered as she saw the wolfish smile on Susan's face as they drank.

After dinner, Susan sat down on the couch, and she patted the seat next to her. Marion, knowing what was going to happen next, nonetheless obediently sat down next to her.

"We never talked much about how... you adapted to the Hive's demands," said Susan, looking at her breasts through her transparent nightgown. The hungering in her eyes only grew stronger. "You were always sexually quite conservative, Mother."

"Yes," said Marion, blushing again.

"I gather you've been fucking a lot of guys," said Susan, drinking some of her wine.

Marion had never heard her 18 year old daughter say the word fucking before. But she was certainly entitled to, now that she was part of the Hive. Marion nodded.

"Yes," said Marion, as she felt Susan lean against her, and put an arm around her. With her other hand, Susan drank more wine. Marion swallowed heavily. "I... I learned to embrace my sexuality."

"As did I," said Susan, raising her glass in a toast. "Until I got taken by the Hive, I had barely even kissed a guy." She took a quick gulp. "When Stephan took me, it was my first time. I had to do a lot of growing up very quickly." She said it matter of factly, not like a young virgin, but rather in the somber tones of a sexually mature woman discussing commonplace things with another equally experienced female.

"I thought so," said Marion, frowning, remembering the blood on Stephan's member as he penetrated Susan's hymen, and Susan's cries for help, which Marion had laughed at and ignored. But that was all in the past. That was the old Susan. The new Susan was smiling seductively at her own mother and trying to get into her pants. She was a totally different person. She was HiveFlesh.

"I'm sorry you had to go through it that way," said Marion, still focused on the memory of Stephan, or the thing that looked like Stephan, thrusting hard inside of Susan's vagina.

Susan shook her head. "Don't be. I don't regret a thing. I love being in the Hive." Her eyes were shining. "I feel so liberated now... so free." She licked her lips and stared at her mother's teats with naked lust.

"I... I love having you in the Hive too," said Marion, feeling Susan's hand starting to caress her hair.

"Why thank you, Marion," said Susan, giving her a smile that made Marion want to hold her tightly. Susan wet her lips again as she looked through Marion's flimsy gown, gazing downwards. "But... I would have preferred that you brought me into the Hive," said Susan, lightly caressing Marion's cheeks.

Marion shivered. "I would have liked... to have done so too." There, she said it!

"How would you have done it, Marion? Tell me," Susan demanded. Her hand started to play lightly around the edges of Marion's breasts, with brief, glancing touches through her transparent nightgown.

"I... I would have gone to you in your bedroom, in the comfort and familiar surroundings of your own home," said Marion.

"Go on," said Susan. Her lips hovered over Marion's. They were bright and red. They didn't kiss, but Marion almost gasp as if they did.

"I would have explained to you the honor the Hive was about to give you," said Marion. She felt Susan's hands on her breasts, gently squeezing, touching, teasing.

"The honor." Susan gave a cynical smile. "And how would you have honored me, Mother?"

"I... I would have had Ryan-"

"Ryan?" Susan got a hurt look, even as she continued to squeeze Marion's breasts through her flimsy nightie. "Come on, Marion. Who would you had bring me into the Hive?"

Marion felt confused. "Before... before I would have had Ryan do it, I think."

"And now?"

Marion felt a hand playing with her teats, teasing them, making them hard and erect, sending painful tingling sensations through her body. Her rider was hot on her back and in her teats and her clit and her cunt.

"I... I would have liked to do it myself."

Susan gave a wolfish smile as her hand moved downwards. "How, Mother? Show me."

Marion put her hands on Susan's breasts through her shirt. They felt ripe and firm. "I would have touched you, like this," she said.

"Um hm," said Susan. She put down her wine glass, and used her other hand, but lower. "What then?"

"I... I would have taken off your clothes, and my own, and rubbed my body against yours."

"To make a master for me," said Susan, giving her mother a sexy look.

"Yes," said Marion, feeling a sudden thrill in her cunt. "To make a new master for you. Oh!" she said, gasping suddenly.

Susan's right hand was manipulating her mother's sex. Marion panted as Susan stimulated her clitoris through her flimsy gown. Susan smiled as she saw her mother falling under her control.

"You know, Marion, I find you very, very sexy," said Susan, putting her face close to Marion's.

"You, you do?" Marion felt embarrassed.

"Um hm," said Susan, tracing the outlines of her lips with Marion's even as her hand kept working between her mother's legs. "I was made for you. I have Susan's face and body, but everything that matters inside me is Hiveflesh now. I was made as a tool to seduce and fuck you. Every time I fucked a woman, my rider made me think of you." She smiled as she saw Marion shiver with excitement. She could see Marion's erect nipples prominently projecting through her nightie. Susan played with one and smiled as her mother jumped slightly. "Are you attracted to me, Marion?"

"I... I don't know," Marion said, looking into Susan's dark eyes. She couldn't look away; it was as if Susan were mesmerizing her.

"I think you do," said Susan. "I saw how you were looking at me in the shower as you beat off to me. As we beat off to each other. Does my body excite you, Marion?"

"Yes," Marion whispered, looking away. "But it shouldn't."

"But it should." Susan corrected her. She turned Marion's chin to face her again. The room was completely silent. All Marion could hear was the beating of her heart. And then Susan leaned in and kissed her mother. Her lips felt soft and loving.

Marion immediately kissed her back. It felt so good! But then something in her made her pull back. "No. It's not right."

"Why not?" Susan demanded.

"You're my daughter," said Marion.

"And Ryan was your son." She kissed Marion again. "You didn't have any trouble making love to him, did you?"

"No... but... he is my son," said Marion. She felt very confused.

Susan looked Marion in the eye. "And I am your daughter. None of which matters now." She kissed Marion again. "I saw you and Chloe making out together as I was brought into the Hive. How did you feel when Stephan put his penis into me?"

"I... I was excited," said Marion softly.

"When Stephan's rider split, and I was crying for help, how did you feel?" Susan rubbed her body against her mother, pressing her breasts against hers.

"I... I was sexually aroused," said Marion. "The thought of the rider, taking you, enslaving you, bringing you into the Hive... it felt so good... so very good." She blushed to confess it. But it was so true.

"And when the rider finally mounted me, and I screamed, and got taken by the Hive, what happened to you then, Mother?" She said. She looked Marion intently. "Tell me."

"I... I had the biggest orgasm of my life," said Marion. She suddenly remembered Susan, lying helplessly on Chloe's couch, her blonde snatch neatly impaled by Stephan's firm organ, his arms around her as the newborn rider crawled down his shoulder. When the rider mounted Susan, and Susan shuddered and gasped as her new master began to take control, Marion felt a volcano erupt between her legs. The pleasure she felt at seeing her youngest taken was like none other. Even thinking about the memory gave her strong tingles of sexual pleasure, an echo of that life changing moment.

Susan was like her now, simply another body to be used by the Hive. She was no longer her youngest daughter, her dearest, sweetest thing. She was a set of breasts and a vagina, born and bred to expand the Hive, just like her.

And right now the Hive wanted her to mate with Susan.

But she shouldn't. She couldn't!

But she would.

Susan smiled, as if sensing the battle being fought within her, and reached down and kissed her again. This time Marion did not pull back, but kissed her daughter with passion. Marion groaned with pleasure. She had been needing this for so long. The pressure had been building up in her mind for days. She felt a tremendous need between her legs. Her breasts were aching. Her mind was filled with erotic thoughts of fucking her daughter.

Susan looked at her with dreamy eyes. "You made me, Mother. You took your shy 18 year old daughter, a complete and utter virgin, and turned her over to the Hive so her sexually could be completely unchained, so she could become your lesbian lover." Her eyes shone brightly with alien intelligence. "I have become a completely different person, one remade in the Hive's Image. How does that make you feel?"

"Oh Susan!" Marion gasped, suddenly overcome with emotion as words appeared in her head. She said them willingly. "I loved seeing you changed, day by day, transformed, molded, shaped, sexualized. I loved seeing you trained to reach your full potential as a sexually mature woman, under the control of the Hive! Every day I got so excited as, bit by bit, the shy girl I raised disappeared... and a new sexually liberated young woman was born."

"Did you really, Mom?" Her eyes were shining.

"Yessssss....." Marion hissed. "I saw you one night, rubbing against the sofa, thinking about me."

"I know," said Susan smugly, as she rubbed her pubis against her mother's.

"You knew?" Marion was stunned.

"It was my rider. Our riders. They wanted me to put on a show, to put some ideas in your head." Susan smiled slyly as she kissed her again.

"Well, it worked," said Marion.

"I know," said Susan. "I loved our little shopping trip today. You were so sexy. So compliant. So obedient. And in the shower... I really wanted to put my hands all over you."

"I did too," Marion whispered. She felt the heat of Susan's body pressed against her, and ground her own body against her, kissing her strongly. "You're a sexual tool of the Hive now," she moaned, feeling a sensual chill running through her. "I loved seeing what the Hive made you into." Susan was right. Marion was responsible for what Susan had turned into. She had turned Susan into a tool of the Hive, and now that tool was being used against her. Marion felt good to have been used so completely. Every time she thought of the Hive controlling her, manipulating her, she felt a wonderful buzzing feeling in her vagina, and especially in her already tense clitoris.

Susan's lips were still moist with the taste of wine. She took another sip, and leaned over to transfer it from her mouth to Marion's. Marion drank from her eagerly, accepting it all, and then kissed her daughter passionately.

Susan looked at her mother, and judged that she was ready for the next step. "Come."

Marion didn't resist when Susan smiled at her and took her by hand to her bedroom. Her bedroom. The one where she and Paul... she and Paul used to... but now it was just a bed, like any other.

"I have a confession to make, Marion," said Susan, as the two sexually mature women stood facing each other in front of the bed, the bed where they were... where they were about to.... Susan looked her mother squarely in the eye. "I've always wanted you." Her hands roamed her Mother's sexy body.

"What?" Marion's eyebrows shot up.

"Yes," said Susan. "I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time. Your body is just so hot and sexy."

"No, Susan!" Marion cried, even as Susan squeezed her breasts through her nightgown.

"Yes," said Susan wickedly. "Ever since I entered puberty, I pleasured myself at night thinking about you."

No! Even as Susan pressed her lips against her mother, and Marion responded, Marion knew this couldn't be. It was impossible. Susan had never shown any signs... never shown any interest... and then her eyes fell on the rider pulsating on her daughter's back. This was how they had turned her. This is how they had convinced her. Her rider had convinced Susan that fucking her Mother had been her fondest ambition for her entire adult life. Her Susan, the real Susan, never would have thought such things.

As Susan pressed her breasts and pubis against her, Marion shuddered and realized that ultimately it didn't really matter. Whatever Susan had been, this is what she was now. The Hive had turned her into a woman totally infatuated with one thing.

And that one thing was her!

"Are you ready to become my lesbian lover, Mother?"

Marion raised her head, and their eyes met. "I... yes," she breathed. "I really want you, Susan!"

"I want you too, Marion."

This was her youngest daughter! She shouldn't be doing this!

But she was.

Susan looked her former mother in the eye. "Make love to me, Marion," said Susan. "Make love to me not like a mother, but as one sexually mature woman pleasuring another."

Marion took a deep breath, and was about to lean into it, when a small voice in her voice said, No. This is wrong.

Her rider tried to reassure her, telling her that this was not only all right, but the way things were meant to be. The way things must be. But Marion froze in place.

Susan saw the hesitation in Marion's eyes. Susan's rider whispered something too low to hear in her head, and she nodded. She pulled her own shirt off casually and tossed it across the room, giving her mother a hard, dominating stare. Then she undid her bra and dropped it to the ground. Her heavy breasts jutted out at her mother. Susan cupped them sensually. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, Mother. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love every minute of it."

She reached down and lowered her pants. Still staring expressionlessly at her mother, she pulled down her panties. Two weeks ago the thought of seducing her mother would have been appalling for her. But today Susan Weatherly realized this is what she had been made for, what her entire life had been leading up to.

Marion looked at her beautiful daughter for a long moment and then pulled off her nightgown in one smooth, graceful. motion. She was now completely naked in front of her daughter. There was no shame, no embarrassment, only lust and love.

Susan ran a hand through her pubis, brushing her vulva as she broke out into a smile. Marion smiled back at her. Susan took her mother by the hand and led her to the bed. She had Marion lie on her back and then mounted her.

The touch was electric for both of them. Both of them had been heavily conditioned to respond to the touch of another woman, especially each other. Marion groaned with pleasure as she felt Susan's breasts pressed against hers. She loved the feeling of her dear daughter's muscular legs wrapped around her own. They started to kiss and fondle and rub against each other.

"You are so sexy, Susan!" said Marion, with a pained expression on her face.

"You are too!" said Susan. "I'm so jealous of Dad, for keeping you to himself all these years!"

"But now the Hive had freed us of those arbitrary archaic customs. They have freed my sexuality," said Marion.

"Mine too, Mother," said Susan, grinding her pubis against her mother's. "I love your breasts, Mother."

"You do? They're not too saggy?"

"They are simply gorgeous," said Susan, squeezing one to make a point. "I can only hope mine look exactly like yours when I'm your age."

"Oh Susan!" Marion felt a surge of lust shooting through her as she kissed her youngest one. "I love your breasts too. It feels so good to be able to say that!"

"I know," said Susan, her eyes shining. "What else do you like besides my breasts, mother?"

"Everything!" said Marion. "Your hair, your eyes, your smile...." She looked farther down. "Your legs, your...."

"My cunt, mother?"

Susan's gaze was electric. She had the same green eyes as her mother. "Yes, your cunt," Marion whispered, her heart thudding heavily in her chest.

"Then touch it, Mother. Touch the thing you say you love so much."

Marion hesitantly reached out with a trembling hand but then froze. No, I mustn't!

Susan reached out and took Marion's trembling hand and brought it to her slit. "Rub it, Mother. Rub it like I know you want to."

Marion tentatively put her fingers inside Susan's labial lips. The first thing she noticed was how wet it was. Her little girl was lubricating! She found Susan's clit, and started to rub the nubbin of her clitoral hood.

Susan praised her mother for cooperating. Her rider told her it was important for her conditioning. "That's right, Mother, just like that. You know exactly how to do it, don't you?"

"Yes," said Marion. "It's all I've been thinking about."

"Me too," said Susan. And then she put a hand in her mother's folds and returned the favor.

Marion gasped.

"Don't stop, Mother!" said Susan sharply. She kissed Marion as they continued to pleasure each other. Marion felt a warm glow throughout her body. And then suddenly, without really realizing it, Marion found herself making love to her youngest daughter.

Marion felt Susan's breasts rubbing against hers, stimulating her nipples mightily, and felt Susan's pubic hair stimulating her clitoris. Susan's was rougher, and scratchier, and it stimulated Marion's clitoris wonderfully. Higher up, Susan's amazingly firm breasts rubbed against Marion's, creating wonderful sensations in her nipples, which by now were hard and firm.

"This is our first lovemaking, Mom," said Susan. "How does it feel?"

"Incredible! I love you so much, Susan."

"I love you too, Marion," said Susan sincerely. This is what she had been made for.

They kissed passionately. Susan slowly and methodically aroused her mother, exactly as Aunt Chloe and the other women had trained her. Marion found all doubts about what she was doing had fled. All she lived for now as sensation; the feeling of Susan kissing her, Susan hugging her, Susan touching her all over... at least, almost all over....

Marion whimpered as Susan gently but firmly pushed her legs apart. She sensed the ultimate violation was imminent, but she cooperated completely. Susan had been playing with her clit but had yet to put her finger... in there.

No, she mustn't!

Marion heard her rider whispering in her ear, and obediently lifted her knees. Her labial lips, puffy and engorged, were already dilated, providing a clear avenue of entry, perfectly framed by her thick dark pubic curls. Susan looked at her mother, so obedient, so eager to be taken, and felt a tremendous tingling buzz in her clitoris.​