Everyone had woken up with horrendous hangovers, the morning went by in a haze with little talking and even less interaction, barely a 'good morning' was exchanged, as the three women got dressed, ate hurriedly & left for work. A few guilty sidelong glances was all anyone would remember. Everything else followed suit, their respective days, a drudgerous waking dream.
It was not until after dinner that evening, a similarly somber affair, that each of them began to feel the first creeping tendrils of life slowly threading their way back into their fatigued carcasses. In truth, it returned with a vengeance.
Marcella had barely had a moment to herself the last couple of days, but now that she did no time was wasted, she sprawled into the chair in front of her computer and snatched up her VR band, almost frantically she dragged it down over her eyes, her hands probed the desk for her keyboard and without hesitation she started typing.
"Sorry it's been awhile, things have gotten a little crazy, but I don't think you'll mind once you find out what I've been doing. My daughter has a girlfriend now, this cute little Telugu chick she picked up at work. Then at the party last night we got to talking about Olivia, and I think it got both of us really horny because before long we were kissing, and that was just the start!"
In her bedroom down the hall, Olivia read the message a couple of times, letting herself fully absorb and process the information. After a few minutes she finally had to accept that it was making her very angry and she was feeling extremely jealous, jealous of her friend and her mom. The irony being that it had all been her idea. While Maithri wasn't even someone she felt strongly attracted to, she still felt strangely possessive.
Her mother on the other hand, the object of her desire, was clearly enjoying the experience, but not exactly in the way that Olivia had intended. She'd called Maithri 'cute', but hadn't even mentioned the reason they'd been kissing in the first place. "I don't understand, why were you kissing your daughter's girlfriend?" She typed, determined to get her mother to explain.
"Oh, heh, right! It's not like it sounds. I just kind of let slip that I was wondering what it would be like to kiss my daughter on the mouth... Boy, I was pretty drunk. Haha! Then she well, offered to show me, by kissing me like Olivia had kissed her. I know it sounds weird, but at the time it seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do. And it was so fucking...
incredible
!"
Once again, Olivia got the distinct impression that her mother was not just talking about the fantasy, but was also enjoying the memory of making out with Maithri. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but she simply couldn't shake the feeling. This of course forced her to wonder why she was reacting so strongly; what if, her mother took a liking to Maithri, so what?
"You liked kissing this girl because she was a good kisser or because it was like you were kissing your daughter?" She couldn't stop herself from asking, even though part of her didn't really want to know.
"How can I describe it... It wasn't just that she was a good kisser (she definitely was), or that it really did feel the way I imagined it would feel to kiss Olivia, no, there was also this sweet forbidden side to it; because I was making out with my daughter's girlfriend while she was sleeping there right next to us. I really felt
bad
you know, but in a very naughty sort of way.
Of course I had no idea right then what I was getting myself into. This girl, she was just getting warmed up! Haha!" Olivia scowled, her mom's typical arrogant self-confidence was not improving her mood in the least. Before she had a chance to respond with a withering admonition, Marcella had banged out another paragraph.
"After we were done kissing, she started masturbating. I was so drunk I'm not even sure if she suggested it or what, but I started doing it too. We were both sitting there, side by side, staring at my mostly naked daughter and fingering ourselves like a couple of wild animals. Honestly, I thought I was going to die I was so turned on."
"But that wasn't even the best part. I mean there were several
best
parts, but we were doing it together, and she knew how I felt. All this time I've been alone with these feelings, wondering if I was going crazy, wondering if I'm a monster for wanting to do all these dirty things to Olivia."
Yes, you are a monster.
Olivia thought silently to herself.
But perhaps not because of that.
She amended, somewhat tiredly, pausing to clear her mind. Perhaps her implant was especially active today, but she was having more difficulty than usual separating her own thoughts and feelings from those of the fictitious Baduro. "What would you say to her, ya sick fuck?" She mumbled irritably.
It occurred to her somewhat ironically that Baduro himself was a monster, a monster that she had created as a reflection of her mother's worst characteristics. Even so, there were times when she sympathized with her creation, it was true that she hated parts of her mother, parts that she would never accept or allow in herself, but there were also similarities to her own personality that she couldn't ignore or completely disavow.
"There's a monster living inside of everyone." She typed into the chat. It was so trite she almost deleted it, but didn't. "The only question is: are you going to take control of that monster or are you going to let it take control of you?" Olivia could sense another momentous moment approaching, this conversation would decide the next chapter of their sordid affair.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if I can control it." Her mother replied. "And when I give in, it feels so right, like I was meant to be this way. Last night when I was masturbating, I couldn't stop, I couldn't even look away. But I wasn't really touching myself, I couldn't enjoy it, I was so focused on my daughter, imagining my fingers inside her, making her come. Her pleasure was all I could think about."
Olivia felt her body reacting, as she could almost feel her mother's fingers sliding into her suddenly wet and rapidly warming vulva. Grunting she crossed her legs and viciously clenched her thighs together. Now was not the time to get distracted. "Right or wrong, that's for Deus to decide. All I care about is that you follow my commands, and that means keeping these feelings under control. Can you do it?"
There was a very long pause, Olivia chewed on her lip and rocked back and forth, only stopping when she realized that it was stimulating her still slightly tingling clit. "No. I can't. It's only a matter of time before something happens and I go all the way. I've already crossed so many red lines, and each time I just want to go farther." Olivia smiled, this was just what she'd expected to hear.
"Alright, I'm going to do you a big favor then. We're going to solve both our problems with one neat, tidy, elegant solution.
I've decided that you've become too much of a slut. So I'm going to put your daughter in charge of your pussy and your sex life. From now on you're not allowed to do anything sexual without her permission. Even if you want to touch yourself or masturbate, you have to ask her if its okay.
I expect you to be as explicit as possible, you must describe everything you want to do in great detail. Give her the opportunity to say yes or no to every individual thing. I know you want me to fuck you without a condom, to cum inside you, but I won't unless you learn how to control all your impulses. That is why only your daughter will be allowed to choose if you receive my seed.
You will explain how you've become a sex addict, you will beg her to take control of your body. Specifically you will tell her that your pussy is now hers to control, your pussy will become her
responsibility
, because clearly it is too much for you to manage on your own.
Do you understand what this means? Not only will you have no choice but to keep your feelings for her in check, you will also be forced to talk to her about everything you are feeling. That is, if you are still determined to be my woman and bear my children."
"Oh my Deus." There was a brief pause. "I love it! Thank you mestre for this most generous and gracious gift! You can't see but I'm crying tears of joy." Olivia initially snorted with disdain at her mother's consummate shamelessness but then started blushing when she considered the full implications of Marcella's eager adoption of her twisted scheme.
"I'm... glad you like it." Olivia typed somewhat woodenly into her phone. She hadn't expected this level of excitement, her mother's unreserved enthusiasm had caught her off guard. "So, good then, don't keep me waiting. I want you to do it as soon as you can. It's time we put a leash on that wayward pussy of yours." Olivia chortled quietly at this.
"Of course, I
want
to tell her immediately. I'm going to go do it right now!" Olivia groaned and quickly turned off her phone and stuffed it anxiously into her bandoleer. She'd hoped her mom would have the patience to wait at least until morning, but of course she wouldn't wait, not on something this important.
Less than a minute later Olivia's bedroom door creaked open and Marcella entered quietly. She walked slowly over to her daughter's bed, Olivia lay on her side in the semi-darkness, eyes open. She had decided not to bother pretending to be asleep.
Maithri on the other hand was snoring peacefully nearby, thankfully turned away and all but buried under the covers. "Oh, you're awake." Marcella crouched down, resting one arm on the edge of the bed even as Olivia moved to prop herself up on one elbow. Her mom glanced around the room apprehensively before making eye contact.
"Filha." Marcella's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink beneath the coffee-colored darkness. Her eyes wandered, clearly she was having some difficulty about how to word, whatever she was trying to say. "Baduro has asked me to do something... big, and I am not sure how to explain it..." Olivia reached out and took hold of her mother's hand, fixing her eyes with her best and most expectant expression.
"Whatever it is, you know I will listen. Just be honest, speak from your heart. Together we can handle
anything
." This last word had come out pretty intense. Olivia felt her own face flushing, Marcella looked like she was about to start crying, she squeezed her daughter's hand and took a deep breath.
