Lust from Space!

"Mommy?" Lucy asked. Ripples of emotional distress broadcast through the network of plants.

"Girls," Maggie said. "Listen." She stared at each of her daughters and their young sexy bodies, and felt herself wanting to have them in every way she knew how, but she calmed herself. Sara had shaved her pussy, and was still smooth, her pussy lips pink and puffy from lust. Lucy had a little curly blonde fuzz on her mound, and Maggie reach up and touched her chin and upper lip, feeling a little rug burn. She'd have to do something about that. For now, she had to calm another teenage spat. "I may be new here, but I'm still your mother, and you will do as I say. Do I make myself clear?"

"Mom?" Sara asked.

Maggie raised a finger to ward off interruptions. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mommy," Lucy said.

"Yes, mom," Sara said.

"Good," Maggie said. The vines suspending the girls moved them closer together until they were face to face. "Now kiss and make up." The girls tentatively pecked each other on the lips, but their mother gave them both a firm smack on the ass, causing Sara to grunt and Lucy to whine. "You girls love each other enough to fuck, but not enough to make up, is that it?" She snaked a hand down under each girl's ass, between their legs, and slipped a finger into two tight, hungry pussies. The girls let out a breath at their mother's touch. "Now kiss." This time, the girls complied, finding their passion again. After the girls had kissed for a while and Maggie had fingered their tight little pussies, the vines lowered and released the sisters.

"I'm sorry, mommy," Lucy said.

"I'm sorry, too," Sara said.

"It's OK," Maggie said, removing her fingers from her daughters' hot holes and running her hands up their backs. "But I have a few things to teach you, so get dressed and let's go for a walk."

As the girls pulled their clothes from their bags and got dressed, the pod Sara had collected earlier fell out and rolled to Maggie's feet. Even in the dark, Maggie could tell her daughter was blushing. "Sorry, mom," her older daughter said. "We found it earlier."

Maggie bent and picked it up, and at her touch it began vibrating. "What were you going to do with this, exactly?" Maggie said, slyly.

"I-" Sara stammered. "Um..."

"Remember how I said you are to do as I tell you?" Maggie asked. "Well, tell me: what were you going to do with this?"

"I was going to make Lucy suck it," Sara said. "I wanted to know what she'd look like with a cock in her mouth." Lucy looked at her, eyes wide like saucers.

"Maybe," Maggie said, regarding it. It was almost as thick as the vine that had reamed her pussy, and was over a foot long. "Let's go for a walk and then I'll show you what it's for."

They set out without their bags, Maggie carrying the pod in a cloth sling to stop its buzzing. As they walked, they decided to visit the lower levels that none of them had explored yet. The shape of the craft became more obvious the more they traveled; it certainly was a flying saucer, but it was massive. Each level had very specific kinds of plants and terrain, almost like a tiny enclosed world. When they reached the lowest level, they found that it was closer to a jungle than anything they had come across yet. Neon glowing ferns grew so thick in parts that the mother and her daughters found them impassable. The roots and vines that grew here were just as slick and rubbery as the ones around the golden tree, but here they were far too thick for fucking, Maggie noted with disappointment.

"So," said Sara suddenly, traipsing along behind her mother and Lucy. "What are we going to do about dad?"

"We'll have to kill him or seduce him," Lucy said bluntly. Both Sara and Maggie looked at her with a fair amount of scorn. "What?" she asked in response.

"I'm supposed to be the blunt one," Sara said. "Remember?"

"Well, it's true."

"We're going to seduce him," Maggie said, ending the debate. "And I know just how to do it."

"Of course," Lucy said. "You really would be the one, since you know what he likes."

"Oh," Maggie said, turning and grinning. "Not me."

"Me?" Lucy asked.

"Of course," Maggie said.

"Why not daddy's little girl?" Lucy asked.

"Me?" Sara scoffed. "I'm too precious to him. He'll never go for it unless he's good and primed. But you ..."

"He loves me, too!" Lucy said.

"Of course he does, baby," Maggie said, stroking her younger daughter's rosy cheek. "We all do. But your personalities tend to clash."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sometimes people just want to hate-fuck you," Sara said. "I know I do. But," Sara said, placing her hand on her sister's ass, "now I know you'd just enjoy it, you little skank."

Lucy blushed and smirked. "Nerd," she said. "So, what, I'm supposed to piss him off until he rapes me?"

"Oh, dear god no," Maggie said. "About a year ago, he mumbled your name in his sleep. I thought he was having a nightmare, but when I woke him up, he fucked me like a stallion. I don't think he knows he talks in his sleep sometimes."

"Ah," Lucy said. It all fell into place. "I'll do it here, then." They looked around. There was nothing but ferns, bushes, and vines growing and glowing densely all around them.

"Here?" Maggie and Sara asked almost simultaneously.

Lucy grinned. "Trust me."

They trudged through the vegetation for a while longer, until they found the tree line.

"So where did you girls hide the bombs?" Maggie asked, and then immediately felt the mood tense around them. The girls eyed her suspiciously. "It's fine," she said. "I just want to make sure they're safe."

"They're safe," Sara said, tautly. "And I got rid of the detonators."

"Smart girl!" her mother said, snaking an arm around to the small of the older girl's back, under her shirt, and up to the center of her back. "Sexy and smart. God I love you." The air around them relaxed. "Still," she said, pulling her daughter's body close. "Show me. Because I said so." She nibbled on the Sara's ear lobe, remembering where she'd seen the tendrils tease the girl earlier. Sara let out a sharp breath. "But if it puts your mind at ease, I want to make sure your father won't find them." She kissed her older daughter on the lips. "Honest."

The girls led their mother up from the lower level and past plants of all kinds. Some, like the ferns and various trees and grasses, seemed to be there simply to hold energy, like living batteries. Others, they noticed, were almost like control surfaces, but none of them seemed to work. Sara guessed that they didn't have enough power yet, and wondered if there was a central control location, since this seemed to be an otherwise organized craft. Less interested in the more technical aspects of the ship, Lucy pointed out that there were more plants that seemed to exist only for sex. As they walked along, Maggie explained to them how some of the more esoteric designs could be used. One, she said, had pods on the ends of its reeds that looked very much like butt plugs.

"Butt plug?" Lucy asked. "What's that?"

"What does it sound like?" Sara said.

"Something that I might cram in your butt if you treat me like I'm stupid."

"That might be nice," Sara said under her breath.

"What'd you say?" Lucy said defensively, not understanding what her sister had mumbled.

"Nothing."

"What'd you say to me?"

"Nothing, OK?"

Maggie had heard, though, and it surprised her. This was another thing she and her older daughter shared. "Sara," she said. "Tell your sister what you said."

Sara was quickly becoming used to obeying her mother's demands. "I said," Sara said, pausing to gather her nerve. "I said, it might be nice."

"What?" Lucy said, incredulous, looking toward her mother for support. "Who'd want to put something in their ass?"

"I would," Maggie said. Sara turned to her mother, and their eyes met. Maggie could see the relief in her older daughter's eyes. "You're not alone, sweetheart."

"Well, count me out," Lucy said, indignant.

"More for us, then," Maggie said, giving Sara's butt a squeeze. "Did you want to try it out, Sara?"

Sara blushed. "Um, maybe later," she said, sheepishly.

"You don't have to be shy, sweetie," her mother said, her hand still caressing the girl's ass. The thought of seeing her older daughter's naked ass again made the woman extremely horny, and the added notion of plunging any number of the things growing on the plants around them into the girl's virgin asshole made her almost unable to resist the urge to strip the girl down and do it right then and there.

"It's OK," Sara said. "We have plenty of time. Let's find those bombs." Her mother gave her a firm pat of the ass and a knowing smile, and then the three of them wandered toward the site where the girls had stashed the bombs, continuing to catalogue plants that might be especially pleasurable.

When they reached the clearing with the long violet grass, Maggie stopped short. The girls had certainly picked a beautiful spot to hide the explosives. Off to the side was a gnarled tangle of thorns, partially overgrown with vines that had sprouted brilliantly colored flowers, but too regular in shape to be anything but a hidden pile of something manmade. Still, Maggie thought, unless you knew what this place was and how it worked, you'd never be able to get at the hidden stash, and if you did know how all about this place, you'd have no use for the bombs. "There?" Maggie gestured to the pile.

Lucy nodded, still uncertain. It was Sara she had convinced, but Lucy knew that her mother could be crafty. Sara might have inherited interest in putting things in her ass, Lucy thought acidly, but manipulation had gone to the younger daughter. Lucy had half a thought to bring those gnarled thorns to bear on her mother again so she could get the truth, but she also felt scared by the idea. Where was the viciousness coming from? She'd felt it before over the last couple years and, characteristically, written it off as part of being a teenager, but now she wasn't sure. Also, something else had changed. The sex she'd had wasn't just sex to her: it was bonding. And it wasn't because these had all been her first experiences, or because something in this living spacecraft wanted her to feel this way. She genuinely felt a family and a lover's bond to her sister and mother. In the past, she wouldn't have hesitated to use them for her own personal gain, but now, just the thought of it left a bad taste in her mouth. Except for sex, she thought. The thought of using Sara and her mother for sex made her hot, probably because she knew that she wanted to be used by them, too. The thought made her smile. And what if her mother really was on their side now? It seemed possible. In fact, it seemed more than possible, given the amount of control she seemed to have. Lucy wondered if that was an effect of the nectar they'd given her, or if it had something to do with age. It was clear that younger people were more immediately and dramatically affected, but she and Sara had felt the effects of the place wear off a while after leaving the first time. She wondered if the changes were more permanent the older one got. The thought of her mother being permanently as horny as she was now nearly made her drool.

"Hey, silly," Sara called from the grass. "You gonna stand there grinning like an idiot, or are you gonna join us?" Maggie and Sara had taken off their shoes and sat on the grass eating from a small handkerchief parcel that Sara had taken from her pack before they began walking. Lucy took off her shoes and joined them, feeling the soft blades of grass wiggle between her toes as she walked. In the parcel was some dried fruit, nuts, chocolate, and bits of Lucy's favorite sugary cereal. Together, mother and sisters ate, talking and joking until the handkerchief was empty.

"Ahh," Maggie sighed laying back into the glowing violet grass. "What an incredible day!" When she laid down, the grass gently caressed her feet and legs. "Mmmm. The grass."

"Surprised?" Sara asked. The long, soft blades of grass had also begun to caress the girls, and Sara noticed her sister spread her legs, allowing the blades to tease the insides of her thighs and sneak up the legs of her shorts. The blonde girl moaned softly when the thin, probing blades found their target in her shorts. Sara leaned in and kissed her, feeling the girl's soft lips open. Their tongues touched and Lucy moaned softly again. Sara reached under her sister's shirt and was pleased to find that she had left her bra in her bag. Gently, she squeezed the girl's small firm breast, letting her fingers slip over it until they pinched her nipple. Lucy moaned a little louder this time and kissed back harder.

"Mmmm," they heard their mother sigh. "Now isn't that better than fighting?" They stopped kissing and looked over at Maggie, who had proper herself up on her elbows to watch. "Oh, don't let me stop you."

"The thought never crossed my mind," Lucy said, resuming her kissing and sneaking her hand up the back of her sister's shirt. As her hand went up, trying to find the clasp to her sister's bra, it found none. Instead, she hooked her thumb under the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over the older girl's head, releasing the perfect breasts underneath. "That's more like it," Lucy said. She caressed her older sister's breasts, feeling their firm softness. "If only I could have you like this all the time."

"Just like this?" Sara asked.

"Well..." Lucy said, giving her sister a mischievous look. Sara laid back and arched her hips off he ground, and Lucy unbuttoned her sister's shorts, yanking them down and off in one motion, leaving the older girl splayed naked in the violet grass, which immediately moved in to caress and tease her body.

"God damn!" their mother said, sitting up.

"I know," Lucy said, running her fingertips up Sara's leg. She stopped when she reached the girl's hips. "Hey, Sara, did it hurt to shave down here?" She traced her finger in to feel her sister's pussy lips.

"Mmm, not at all," Sara said, squirming a little against her sister's finger. "Feels kinda good, actually. It's been a little itchy, since it's been growing back in, though." Lucy could feel the hairs just beginning to come back in, and could imagine that it might itch.

"You didn't happen to bring your razor with you, did you?" Lucy asked hopefully.

"Hold that thought," Maggie said, getting to her feet. "I think I know of something growing around here that might solve both issues." She paused, noticing the puzzlement on her daughters' faces. "It's fine," she waved dismissively as she started off down a passageway. "Just make sure you're both naked when I get back!"

The girls turned to each other and giggled. That was certainly a side of their mother they hadn't seen before. But the giggles soon subsided when they both realized that one of them was still clothed. Sara grabbed her sister's shorts and unzipped them as the younger girl threw off her own shirt and fell back into the grass. Sara had her sister's shorts off almost before the girl's back hit the ground, and then fell in next to her. Both girls giggled and sighed from the joy of the freedom. More than just freedom from clothes, it was freedom to love each other at their leisure, and freedom in the knowledge that their lives were going to be anything but normal.

Now both completely naked, the girls felt the grass really start to tickle and tease them in their favorite places. Sara stretched and spread her legs a little, and felt the soft blades run against her pussy lips. Next to her, Lucy rolled over toward her and again ran her fingertips up her thigh. Her fingers brushed aside several probing blades of grass and stroked her sister's pussy lips again. Sara spread her legs wider and Lucy ran a finger up the slit until it rested on the older girl's clit. Sara moaned and spread her legs even wider. Lucy ran the finger down her sister's slit, feeling the wetness and slipping her finger inside. The tight warmth turned Lucy on to no end, and she pushed her finger in further. There was no urgency, though, as there had been before. This casual, meandering lovemaking was new, and both girls enjoyed it.

Sara moaned as her sister slipped a second finger into her, and her pussy clamped down on them as if to keep them there forever. Lucy leaned in and kissed her, and Sara slipped a couple fingers between the girl's legs, massaging the little blonde fuzz-covered snatch. Lucy kissed her harder, and moaned into her mouth when Sara finally thrust a finger into her slippery, waiting pussy. They basked in this simple pleasure for several more minutes before they heard their mother come trotting back.

The woman stopped and admired the scene of her two daughters, tangled, naked and moaning, before approaching with a handful of something that looked like seeds in one hand and the canteen with the nectar-water mix in the other. "Found it!" the woman exclaimed.

"Found what?" Sara asked, tilting her head back in the grass to see Maggie standing over them. "And how?"

"When I drank the nectar, I had some pretty wild visions," Maggie said. "At first, I was worried that you'd drugged me, but the more I saw of this place, the more I realized that I was seeing this place as it sees itself and us. Still pretty wild." Their mother's eyes were wide with excitement, which confused the girls. Maggie was typically pretty measured, but they certainly could understand the sense of weird erotic wonder that this place could instill in a person. "But anyway, you girls are completely correct: it is a spacecraft, and it is powered by lust and sexual energy. But it's not like a normal spaceship. It doesn't fly-not really. It just bends space around it."

"That must be how it got under the lake," Sara thought out loud. She and Lucy had stopped their lovemaking and she simply had her arm wrapped around her sister as the younger girl reclined against her. "Previous owner miscalculated. So what happened to them? Possibly escaped to the surface. Unlikely. We would've heard about it if an alien was caught." Sara continued thinking out loud as her mother and sister looked on, eyebrows cocked quizzically. "Perhaps it's a human ship. It seems to know what to do with us, but that's only speculation. It could have read that through the blood. It's possible the previous crew died aboard, which would mean that the plants recycled their bodies in order to send out a distress beacon. Hmm."

"Hey, nerd," Lucy said, snapping Sara out of her own head. "You finished?"

"Yeah," Sara said, suddenly embarrassed at having been caught ranting like that. She tended to make sure she was alone before going into those stream-of-consciousness monologues.

"Don't be embarrassed," Maggie said, kneeling in the grass next to her girls. "You're about as right as you can be about it, at least from what I know."

"You seem to know a lot," Lucy said, "considering we just brought you here."

"But you know that age has to affect how the place works on us, right?" Sara asked.

"Sure," Lucy admitted. "And she did pretty much drink that nectar raw, so maybe she has more control."

"I'm not sure I'd think of it in terms of control," Maggie said. "But this being a spaceship, and Sara liking it rough like she does, I suppose those terms will work for now."

"How'd you know she likes it rough?" Lucy asked.

Maggie was stumped. She really hadn't consciously known it-hadn't seen it-but something just said that about her. "Must be the place," she said, spreading her arms, and then added, "And I did fuck you pretty hard with that vine earlier."

"Mmm," Sara said, remembering. She moved her hand down to her sister's ass and caressed it. "So what'd you find?"

"Watch," Maggie said, opening the hand with three seeds in it. She put two in her pocket, and then poured a little nectar-water over the remaining one. At first, nothing, but then the seed started to break down, and before long, it was foaming. The single seed created just enough foam to just overflow Maggie's palm. It smelled like honey.