Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

With every session that occurred, Carla started to feel a closer and closer connection to the girls, especially Charlotte. When they masturbated they often looked into each other's eyes. When Charlotte climaxed she often stared straight at her mother, her small breasts heaving as she gasped and experienced a surge of joy in her body. Carla did the same. As she brought herself to climax, she wondered if it was wrong to enjoy the sight of Charlotte stimulating the hot, wet pink flesh in her bright yellow pubic bush. Seeing her daughter naked had slowly become part of the arousal process.

Sam chuckled when she heard the news. "She is becoming your lover," she said one day as they lay in bed. Both of their vaginal lips were wet and stretched.

"But... is it right?" Carla asked, leaning against Sam's breasts.

"More right than anything," Sam assured her. "Soon you will take both your daughters as lovers, and you will leverage that love to fully bring the girls into the Hive."

And then, two days later, the inevitable happened.

The creatures under Abby and Charlotte's skin had grown closer to the surface. One day there was the sound of skin cracking, and Abby felt a surge of liquid just above her vaginal slit. She felt something come out of her. The thing just under her skin had burst loose! She looked down and saw a small worm. She was just about to grab for it when it lodged in a tight circle around her clitoris.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped.

And then it was Charlotte's turn to cry out. Carla turned and saw the semi-circular ring in her areola burst. A small worm came crackling out. It started to worm its way down Charlotte's breast, then onto her stomach, heading down, down.

Charlotte moved to pluck it away, but Carla found herself grabbing Charlotte's hand. "No," she said. "Just let it happen." Carla's rider pulsated hot and heavy on her back.

"Why?" Charlotte whispered, confused.

It's all part of becoming a woman.

"It's all a part of becoming a woman," Carla said.

Charlotte, looking at the worm, felt very uncertain. She didn't want that thing in her pubis.

Carla felt her rider whisper something to her. She grabbed Charlotte's hands by the wrists and kissed her passionately. Charlotte gave into it, feeling her mother's naked body pressed against hers, but shivered as she felt the worm enter her pubic hair. And then she gasped as it circled her clitoris.

"Oh... Mom!" she cried, her eyes wide.

The girls were now firmly under the first level of Hive Control. Now it was time for them to get their riders. This method of this experimental method of taking control of the girls had been very slow and indirect, but it had the advantage of being a method that could be applied to a large population. All the Hive had to do was to spike a city's water supply with the drug, and sooner or later everyone in the city would join the Hive.

Sam was ecstatic when she heard that the worms had matured and taken control of the girls' clitorises. "This is wonderful," she said, giving Carla a big kiss. "The Hive has been working on a new oral serum which could bring people into the Hive. This is a great step forward. Your little girls have become women. Aren't you pleased with the results?"

"Yes," said Carla, smiling. "So does that mean you'll remove that serpent from Michael's head now?"

"Almost," said Sam. "You have one more task to perform."

If the girls thought the sexual stimulation they had felt over the past week was intense, it was nothing compared to having a worm wrapped around their clitorises. With direct access to their nerve endings, the Hive could play them like puppets whenever it wanted to.

Their worms permitted them to play with their clits, but they did not permit themselves to be removed. When Charlotte tried, she cried out in pain.

"Just touch yourself, dear," said Carla. "Touch yourself, but don't try to remove the worm."

The girls touched themselves and touched themselves and touched themselves but they couldn't bring themselves to orgasm. They spent two painful and pleasant hours working on it, but the tension only built higher.

"Mom, I can't get off!" Charlotte cried, rubbing her clit.

"Keep trying dear," said Carla. She bit her lip. She knew what was going to happen next.

And then Sam showed up, right when they were having a joint masturbation session in the living room.

"Aunt Sam!" said Charlotte, blushing furiously as she hastily taking her hand out of her vagina and covering her breasts with one hand and squeezing her legs shut. Abby also tried to cover up.

"It's all right, girls," said Carla. "Aunt Sam is here... to help."

"She is?" said Charlotte doubtfully.

"I am," said Sam. She started to remove her Survey Service uniform.

"Aunt Sam, you're going to do this... with us?" Charlotte asked, wide eyed.

"Aunt Sam taught me how to do this," said Carla. "And actually... Aunt Sam taught me... a lot of things." Their eyes met, and Carla reddened.

When Sam finished removing her clothes, the girls were in awe. Charlotte goggled at Sam's large, firm breasts, her muscular thighs, and her thick labial lips.

"Aunt Sam... you're so beautiful!" said Charlotte.

"Thank you, dear," said Sam. "You are too."

Charlotte noticed Sam's rider. It looked much larger than her Mom's, and had three golden bands. "You have one of those things on your back too, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," said Sam. Carla made room for her, and she sat down on the sofa between Abby and Charlotte. Charlotte felt a bit intimated by her Aunt's much larger, fuller breasts.

"It's so wonderful to see all you girls together like this, in this intimate way," said Sam.

"It is?" said Charlotte. Carla had never mentioned that Aunt Sam knew what they were doing.

"It's all right," said Sam. "We're all women here. I know what you're going through. I'm here to help you end your suffering."

"You are?" said Charlotte. "Aunt Sam, we have these things lodged inside us-"

"I know all about them," said Sam. "And trust me, by the time I leave here today, those things will be all gone, and you'll feel wonderful."

The smell of Sam's strong musky scent started to fill the room.

And then, as the girls listened, Sam explained all about the Hive, and how they would love it once they joined. "All you have to do is take a rider, like your mother and I have."

"You want to put one of those things on our backs?" Abby asked, even as she fingered herself.

"It's the final step in your sexual development," Sam said gently, squeezing Abby's hand. "You're still a girl now, Abby, but a girl on the cusp of womanhood." She reached out and gently caressed one of Abby's breasts, causing a nipple to come to life before their very eyes. "You're so beautiful," Sam said admiringly. "But with a rider, you'll be even more so. Once you have a rider, you'll become a completely sexually mature woman, like us. Wouldn't you like to be like your mother and I, dear?" Sam cupped her own large breasts and spread her legs to show her thick labial lips and curly blonde pubic bush and the mysterious glowing symbol above her clit. She was so sexy!

Abby's head was swirling with confusion and need. Both the worm and the musky, feminine scent in the air was driving her mad with sexual desire. She desperately needed sexual release, but the worm around her clitoris wouldn't let her climax.

Sam stared right into Abby's eyes. "I can end your suffering, Abby. I can end it right now. Will you let me?"

Abby mind was short-circuited. All she could think about was getting release, to relieve the incredible ache in her clit she had felt for two hours and been powerless to relieve. "Yes," she breathed.

Sam nodded. She gave Abby an appraising look. Then she leaned forward and, for the very first time, kissed her niece, but not as an Aunt; but rather, as one sexually mature woman kissing another.

The feeling of Aunt Sam's lips against her own caused Abby's arousal level to spike further. She moaned as their lips locked, and frantically kissed her Aunt back.

"Oh Aunt Sam, Aunt Sam, you feel so goood!"

"Do you want me to make love to you, Abby?"

Abby's eyes were full of need, courtesy of the worm on her clit. "Yes, please!"

Sam smiled. Abby was ready.

She eased Abby down onto her back on the couch and climbed on top of her. In seconds, she was making love to her niece for the very first time. Abby had always been a delightful child. And now she was a sexually mature woman. Sam had no qualms about bringing her niece into the Hive. She rubbed her much heavier breasts against the 19 year old girl, and ground her pubis against Abby's brown haired bush. Abby's heart pounded as a gorgeous, sexually mature woman made love to her for the first time. Suddenly, she realized what all those masturbation sessions with her mother and sister had been really about. They had been about preparing her for this very moment.

"Mom... is this all right?" Abby said, looking anxiously at her mother.

"Of course it is, dear," said Carla. She could only vaguely remember a time when she didn't want her girls brought into the Hive. Carla was fully on board with the program now. "Don't you find your Aunt Sam sexy?"

"Yes," Abby gasped. "You feel so good, Aunt Sam!"

"And it's only going to feel even better," Sam grinned, as she worked herself into an even higher level of arousal so her rider could begin to reproduce.

Charlotte grabbed her mother's hand and held it tight. Watching Abby and Sam having sex excited her. She watched Sam's heavy breasts bobbing back and forth over her sister's, and Sam's big, round ass cheeks moving in and out as she pushed herself against Abby.

"She's so sexy, Mom," Charlotte whispered. "Aunt Sam's so sexy, isn't she?" Somehow her hand found its way between Carla's legs, and started rubbing.

"Yes, dear," Carla breathed. Her hand moved between Charlotte's as well. She turned to look at her daughter, liked what she saw, and they shared an emotional kiss.

"Mom?" Charlotte whispered, in between kisses. "Have you and Aunt Sam... have you two...."

"Yes dear, we have," said Carla. She suddenly felt embarrassed.

As Sam made love to Abby, the heavy rider on her back started to bubble.

"What is she doing, Mom?" Charlotte whispered.

"She's making a rider, for your sweet sister," said Carla, feeling Charlotte continuing to rub her clit. "Soon it will be on her back, making her into a sexy woman." She and Charlotte exchanged a lusty look, and kissed again.

Sam noticed them kissing out of the corner of her eye and gave a broad smile. She was grateful for the Hive for allowing her to take her family. This is what all families should be like, together and loving, in the service of the Hive.

Charlotte stared in fascination as the rider on Sam's back started to split down the middle. Sam looked so beautiful, so very sexy, as her entire body stiffened at the moment of reproduction and her eyes got so very large as she obviously experienced a powerful orgasm. A yellow fluid leaked out of the bottom of her splitting rider and flowed into her ass crack. Sam's musky scent was intoxicating and filled the room, making it reek with sex.

"Does it feel good, Aunt Sam?" Charlotte asked.

"Nothing feels better than making a baby rider, Charlotte. Nothing." Sam's body rocked back and forth as her rider continued to split down the middle.

"Will I get to make baby riders too, Aunt Sam?" Charlotte asked, imaging a rider bubbling on her back while she fucked her mother or her sister.

"That's what you were made for, dear," said Sam, giving her niece an encouraging smile. Charlotte would be a simply perfect fit for the Hive: a completely willing host!

In moments, there were two riders on Sam's back, a larger banded one and a smaller, immature one. "Oh!" Sam cried out as reproduction was completed, and her breasts heaved mightily. Sam's head jerked upwards and she panted wildly. And then it was done.

As Sam came down from her high she caught Charlotte's eye and winked. Charlotte smiled back at her and felt a tingling in her clitoris.

Abby's eyes widened as she saw the immature rider crawling down Sam's arm making its way towards her.

"Aunt Sam, no!" Abby cried, suddenly developing second thoughts.

"Yes," said Sam, grinding her sweaty vulva against her niece's. "It's the final step in your sexual maturity. You want to be a fully sexually mature woman, don't you Abby?"

Abby looked to her mother. "Mom?"

Carla smiled encouragingly. The old Carla, who would have been horrified at the thought of her lovely girls being enslaved by the Hive, was long gone. The new Carla, the Carla that the Hive had shaped and molded, wanted it to happen more than anything. "It's all so wonderful. Just relax and enjoy it, dear."

Abby, lost in need, bit her lip and nodded as the rider jumped from Sam's arm onto her back. Immediately, she stiffened. "Aunt Sam! I feel something in my head!"

"It's all right," said Sam.

"It's in my-" her words were cut off when Sam put her teat in Abby's mouth. Abby instinctively sucked on it as she made the transformation.

"Mom, is she all right?" Charlotte asked.

Carla stroked her hair. "She's even better than all right, dear." The idea of bringing her children in the Hive, which was anathema to her just a few days ago, filled her body with waves of sensual pleasure. She gasped as she rocked back and forth, watching her older daughter get taken.

In moments, it was done.

Sam pulled her wet teat out of Abby's mouth. "Does that feel good now?" she asked, rubbing her body against Abby gently.

"Yes, Aunt Sam, it does," Abby said.

"Welcome to the Hive, Abby," said Sam. She gave Abby a sensuous kiss, which Abby returned with fervor.

"Abby, how is it? Does it feel good?" Charlotte asked anxiously.

"It surely does, Sis," Abby grinned.

"Turn around, let me see it!" said Charlotte.

Abby turned around and modeled her new rider. It was small and pulsating and nestled between her shoulder blades. Then she turned again to face her sister. "It's filling me with all kinds of thoughts."

"What kind?" Charlotte asked.

"Like this," Abby grinned, and she took Charlotte in her arms and gave her a passionate kiss. Charlotte gasped as she felt Abby's breasts and pubis pressed against her own. "Join us, sister," said Abby.

Charlotte nodded vigorously. "I want to. I will."

"Carla," said Sam, looking meaningfully at her sister. "It's time."

Carla looked at her youngest daughter. Charlotte knew what was about to happen. They had established a connection these past few days, a connection strengthened by seeing each other get pleasure and even giving each other pleasure. But when the time came to perform, Carla froze.

It's my daughter. My youngest daughter. I can't do this.

Charlotte came to her rescue, putting a hand on her cheek. "It's all right, Mother," she said.

"You... you want to do this?" Carla asked.

"More than anything," said Charlotte. She kissed Carla for a brief moment, then caressed her mother's uncertain face. "I want to be like you. I want to be a fully sexually mature woman. I want a rider on my back, making me hot and sexy like you. Do you want us to be lovers, Mom?"

"Yes," Carla breathed, her face heavy with emotion.

"Then do it, Mom. Make a rider. I want to be ridden," said Charlotte. And in that moment, Charlotte was so sexy that Carla wanted to take her right then and there.

A weight lifted off of Carla's shoulders. The weight of doing something to Charlotte that she didn't want. Charlotte wanted it. She wanted to be like her mother. She wanted to be with her, more than anything. With that weight off of her shoulders, Carla found she could perform.

Carla nodded thickly and let Charlotte pull her down to the couch. Charlotte lay on her back and held out her arms. At that moment her daughter looked so beautiful, and so very sexy. Carla gave a silent thanks to the Hive and the rider on her back. And then, with a big smile on her face, she dropped into her daughter's waiting arms.

In moments, Carla and Charlotte were locked in lesbian love, kissing and hugging and grinding their vulvas against each other for the very first time. "I've wanted this for such a long time, baby girl," Carla whispered.

"I have too! Once I get my rider, we'll fuck every day, Mom," Charlotte declared as she kissed her mother fiercely.

"Oh yes, baby, oh yes we will," said Carla, getting even more excited.

As Carla made love to Charlotte, she felt her rider bubbling on her back. It drained energy from her, forcing Carla to breathe heavily. Her body's juices and resources were being taken by the rider. It was very tiring. But she realized it was very important to get done, and so she worked her body ever harder against her daughter's.

"What's happening, Mom?" Charlotte asked, as she grinded her lips strongly against her mother's.

"My rider is getting ready to split. I'm about to make a rider just for you, baby girl," said Carla. She found the thought incredibly arousing.

"The rider, it's going to make me want to love you, isn't it?" Charlotte whispered, as she rubbed her smaller, less mature breasts against her mother's.

"Yessss," Carla hissed.

"And your rider, it made you want to make love to me, didn't it?"

"Yes," Carla whispered again, feeling good to unburden herself to her young one.

"Then I want it. I want to be ridden," Charlotte declared, her eyes heavy with lust. "I want to have big tits and a big hump on my back and to look all sexy like you and Aunt Sam. I want it all! I want a rider! Make me a complete woman, Mom!"

Charlotte's words gave Carla the erotic thrill she needed to feed her rider the sexual energy it needed to push it over the edge. Carla's rider was bubbling, expanding furiously, sucking out the life juices from her body needed to reproduce. "Oh, it feels so good! You make me so hot, Charlotte!"

"Do I really?" Charlotte cried.

"Yes! You're helping me to make a new master, just for you!" Carla said, looking supremely happy, rubbed her vulva vigorously against her daughter as her rider reproduced between her shoulder blades. She felt the sticky alien liquid flowing down her back, coating her asshole, inspiring her to move all the harder. "Aaaah! It's almost there, baby girl! I'm making the most beautiful baby rider just for you!"

"I want it, Mom! I want to look so sexy, just like you!" Charlotte cried kissing her furiously.

"I know you do! I know it! I... aaaaaahhhhh! It's splitting, baby girl, it's splitting for you now!" Carla stiffened and cried out as her rider split into two. Charlotte hugged her and kissed her mother even more passionately, grinding her body against Carla's.

Sam was so proud of her sister. She had joined the Hive hesitantly just a few short weeks ago, and here she was now, eagerly bringing her dearest daughter into the Hive. Carla had become a fully productive sexual tool of the Hive, and Sam was so proud that it made her clitoris ache. "Mom looks so hot," Abby whispered, and she and Sam shared a kiss.

"Aaaaaah," Carla cried thickly, looking into Charlotte's eyes, as she felt the new rider being born on her back. It was done! Her rider rewarded her with a thunderous orgasm. As she gasped and came down from her high, her eyes focused anew on her youngest daughter. "It's time, my loved one." Carla leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her. "Time for your new master to take control of your body and your mind. Just relax, baby girl, it's coming for you now."

As Charlotte eyed the rider moving down Carla's arm towards her she suddenly felt some last minute apprehension. To take control of her body and mind? Her mother had never mentioned that before. "Mom... that thing's going to be all right on my back, isn't it?"

"Yes dear, of course," said Carla. "It's going to look so sexy on you! You still want it, don't you?"

"Yes," said Charlotte, with a hint of uncertainty.

"Then lean forward a bit to give it easier access to your back," said Carla.

"No"' said Charlotte suddenly. "Mom, I want you to put it on my back." There was a sudden vulnerability in her eyes.

"Me?" said Carla. "Charlotte, you're being silly. It doesn't matter-"

"I have a better idea," said Sam, getting up and taking the rider from Carla's arm. "Get up, both of you."

Carla and Charlotte got off the couch. Charlotte looks at the rider in Sam's hands. She looked apprehensive, but still wanted it.

Sam smiled and petted Charlotte's long brown hair which flowed down her back. She was so intensely beautiful. "Charlotte, do you love your mother?" Sam asked, holding the pulsating rider. "Really love her, I mean?"

"I do," said Charlotte, her eyes shining.

"Then show her, Charlotte. Show her how much you love her."

Charlotte smiled at Carla and grabbed her tightly and gave her a kiss of her life. Carla embraced her back. While they were kissing passionately, Sam moved behind Charlotte. Charlotte knew what was going to happen. She started to feel wet between her legs.

Charlotte glanced back at Aunt Sam, who was holding the throbbing rider in her hands. She felt Aunt Sam part her hair which covered her back, sending half over her left shoulder and half over her right. She felt the cool air on her bare back, between her shoulder blades. In seconds that creature would be on her, a part of her, connected to her body and her mind. She would become ten times sexier, and her mother would love her all the more.

Sam smiled. She had never before met anyone so eager to take a rider. "All right, dear," said Sam, moving closer to Charlotte's back. "Concentrate on the feeling of your mother's sexy tits," said Sam, raising the pulsating rider upwards as Charlotte resumed kissing Carla.

Charlotte looked into her mother's eyes. She wanted to be with her more than anything. She kissed her mother even more furiously as her heart pounded, full of anticipation and excitement and fear of being taken. She heard Aunt Sam's voice behind her. "Feel your mother's sexy tits grinding against yours. Feel the roughness of her sexy pubes. Focus on that, Charlotte, think about that, as you feel just a tiny pinch...." And as she spoke, Sam gently put the rider between Charlotte's shoulder blades.

Charlotte didn't even cry out; she merely stiffened and her eyes widened beautifully and she started kissing Carla even more intensively as her mind was taken over. Carla returned the favor. It was the smoothest, easier taking Sam had ever seen. When it was done and Carla pulled away, Sam asked.

"How do you feel now, Charlotte?"

"Great," said Charlotte, rubbing her hands down her thighs as if experiencing her body for the first time. "Really great." Her newborn rider glistened on her back. It was small, but would get bigger in time as it matured and grew to control Charlotte's mind.

Charlotte looked at her mother with lust and intense longing. "Oh, Mom, I love you so much!" And she gave Carla another wild kiss. The two embraced as lovers for a long moment. "I feel it in my mind, Mom," said Charlotte, as her newborn rider pulsated on her back. "I feel it in my mind, telling me to love you." The lovers kissed again. Their riders, Charlotte's newborn and Carla's heavier double banded one, pulsating in synch with each other.

Sam smiled as she watched the sexually mature females embrace. Charlotte's rider was small and immature, but she had already given into it. She was going to be excellent breeding material for the Hive.

"Welcome to the Hive, dear," said Sam, as she reached in and kissed Charlotte on the lips. Sam felt a trace of arousal as her breasts and pubis pressed against the young girl.

"Thank you Aunt Sam," said Charlotte eagerly.

Carla looked around and realized both her daughters had joined the Hive. She never thought she could do it. But somehow, she had. She vaguely remembered taking a rider to protect Charlotte and Abby... but now she realized that both girls looked so beautiful with pulsating riders on their backs.

After they got dressed, Carla said to Sam, "So now are you going to help Michael?"

"I will. There's just one more thing," said Sam.

Carla's eyes narrowed. "You said that bringing Abby and Charlotte into the Hive was the last thing."

"And just look at them." Sam put an arm around Carla and turned around to see Abby and Charlotte hugging and kissing. "They are part of the Hive now. Isn't that grand?"

Carla blinked. "Yes. Yes it is." Somehow, it all made sense to her.

Sam looked at Carla's back. Her rider was thicker now, meatier. Sam could see the faint outlines of a second band to her rider.

"All you have to do is to help bring their riders to maturity. Once that's done, we'll help Michael. That's not asking so much, is it?"

Carla looked at her sexy daughters and licked her lips. "No, it isn't."​