"Alright…" The word escaped Angela's lips before she consciously willed it, a strange compulsion overriding her exhaustion.
Vivian practically bounced with excitement. "Okay! Let's go wash up! Quick!"
"Whoa, hold on, Vivi!" Angela managed to stall, leveraging maternal authority. "Can we… maybe do that tonight? Mommy's really tired right now." If refusal was impossible, postponement was the next best thing.
"Awww… okay," Vivian conceded, recognizing the genuine fatigue in Angela's eyes. She slumped slightly, then brightened. This reluctance, this easy sway… it had to be the 'Mine Alone' system ability. Wow, this thing is powerful on someone who loves me this much, she mused. Makes things… convenient. Now, the question was, how universal was its effect?
Just as the thought formed, a cool, informative pulse resonated in her mind, distinct from Pixel's presence: [SYSTEM CLARIFICATION: The efficacy of 'Mine Alone' scales directly with the target's depth of emotional connection to the Host. Deeper affection equates to stronger influence.]
Ah. Makes sense. Love makes people susceptible. Good to know.
…
Thanks to Angela's surprisingly rapid acceptance of their new… arrangement… the morning unfolded into an unusually domestic scene, albeit one filtered through a prism of burgeoning obsession and taboo. They spent hours curled up on the sofa together, tablet balanced between them, scrolling through Vivian's newly populated Twitter feed. It was a dizzying array of pouting lips, suggestive poses, and artfully concealed (or sometimes not-so-concealed) nudity. It felt thrillingly illicit.
Vivian snuggled against Angela, pointing out profiles, critiquing aesthetics, while occasionally reaching over to kiss Angela's neck or grope her breast under the chemise. Angela found herself surprisingly engaged, offering opinions, laughing at Vivian's crude jokes, drawn into the shared exploration. Most photos were clearly enhanced by filters and makeup, but the raw confidence and appeal were undeniable.
Vivian, however, had an advantage. "Pixel, show me the unfiltered version of this one." Instantly, the image on the tablet flickered, removing the digital enhancements.
"Oof, kinda plain without the makeup…"
"Ew, skin texture is rough…"
"This one…"
Vivian paused, scrolling onto a short video clip. No face visible, just a stunningly curvaceous body writhing on silk sheets, hands exploring herself. The visual was potent, but the audio… The woman's moans were exquisitely crafted, layered with breathy whispers and shockingly vulgar descriptions of what she was feeling, what she wanted. It was pure auditory filth, designed for maximum arousal. The urge to find this woman, pin her down, and silence those moans with her own cock was immediate, overwhelming.
"Ooh, like this one?" Angela murmured, noticing Vivian's sudden tension.
"Don't you, Mommy?" Vivian countered, not looking away from the screen.
"Well… she's certainly… expressive…" Angela understated, blushing slightly.
"Expressive? Mom, she's gloriously filthy!" Vivian grinned.
"Where'd you learn that word?" Angela tried to sound disapproving, but failed.
"Mommyyyy…" Vivian whined playfully.
"Okay, okay." Angela sighed, already resigned. Better she handle this than let Vivian wade into these waters alone. She feared Vivian might get exploited or run into dangerous people. "Let Mommy see if I can reach out to her for you."
"But…"
"Listen to Mommy," Angela said firmly. "Let me handle this part."
"Okay," Vivian agreed reluctantly.
Angela tapped on the profile. The username was 'LunaLoves'. The bio confirmed Vivian's guess: she offered 'online companionship' via paid chat/video sessions, specializing in ASMR-style dirty talk and moaning. "Well," Angela murmured, slightly relieved. "At least it's somewhat professional." She copied LunaLoves's contact info provided in the bio (a secure messaging app ID) and added her using a burner account Pixel had created for them.
A notification pinged almost immediately – LunaLoves had accepted the contact request. While Angela started typing an opening message, Vivian navigated back to LunaLoves's main Twitter feed, eagerly devouring every photo and video clip, the explicit audio already playing on loop in her head. The vicarious stimulation quickly became overwhelming. Concentrating, Vivian let her penis phase into existence again, but this time, experimentally, she kept her vagina intact beneath it. A true hermaphrodite. She'd tested this briefly last night; Angela knew it was possible. Cupping her own cock, she started stroking rhythmically, eyes glued to the screen.
Still not enough. She grabbed Angela's free hand and pulled it into her lap, guiding it around her shaft. Angela rolled her eyes but obliged, taking over the steady handjob while continuing her chat conversation with her other hand. Simultaneously, Vivian's own hand drifted down, fingers exploring her own sensitive clitoris and slick labia, careful not to penetrate. That milestone was still reserved for Mommy.
On the secure chat app, Angela started bold, sending a generous 'tip' payment upfront via the linked platform, as LunaLoves's profile indicated a 'consultation fee' was required. LunaLoves acknowledged the payment instantly. A moment later, a voice message arrived. Vivian leaned close as Angela played it.
"Hello, there. This is Luna. How can I make your day a little sweeter?" The voice was exactly as advertised – honeyed, dripping with seductive promise, designed to make loneliness evaporate and wallets open.
"Mommy, hurry!" Vivian urged, meaning both Angela's hand speed and the conversation.
Angela fumbled slightly with the voice record button. "Hello, Luna. It's Angela," she managed, then accidentally sent the short, awkward greeting.
A few seconds later, Luna replied, accompanied by a refund of the initial payment. "Ahem… Apologies, love. I don't typically work with female clients. Sending your fee back."
"Hmm, decent principles at least," Angela murmured, impressed despite the rejection. Thinking quickly, she recorded another message. "It's okay, darling, keep the tip, really. It's actually… my daughter is a huge fan of yours. We were hoping maybe we could just chat, perhaps become friends? No pressure."
"Your… daughter?" Luna's reply held distinct surprise.
"Yes," Angela confirmed. "It's… complicated. Easier if you see. Could you search 'EnchantressVivi' on Twitter? That might… explain our dynamic better. If you look, and you're not totally weirded out, maybe we could voice chat? I promise it'll be worth your while." The implied financial incentive hung in the air.
"Okay…", Luna replied after a pause. 'Worth my while' usually meant significant cash. She was intrigued, if hesitant. She needed the money. Besides, what harm could looking cost?
A notification popped up on Vivian's Twitter: LunaLoves started following you.
On Luna's end, scrolling through the 'EnchantressVivi' profile painted a quick, shocking picture: A seemingly incestuous lesbian mother-daughter couple, flaunting their taboo relationship. The second photo, supposedly showing the mother performing oral sex on the young daughter (blurred, but suggestive)… it was jarring. Luna herself was straight, unmoved by female bodies sexually. But she couldn't deny, objectively, both mother and daughter in the photos were stunning. And the background glimpses hinted at serious wealth. Just as she was processing this, her chat app pinged with an incoming voice call from Angela. Hesitantly, Luna accepted.
"Hello again."
"Hello, Luna! Your voice is even lovelier live," Angela complimented smoothly.
"Hehe… It's how I make my living," Luna replied with practiced modesty. Just then, a faint sound drifted through from Angela's side. A distinct gasp, followed by a younger voice pleading, "Mommy, faster… please…"
"Uh, love… are you… busy?" Luna asked awkwardly.
"Oh! Haha, sorry… that's just… her. She gets rather insistent. Hearing your voice… well, you understand."
"Hehe…" A very awkward laugh from Luna.
"Mommy, ask her to talk more? Please?" the younger voice whined distinctly in the background.
"Hush, Vivi." Then back to Luna, "Sorry about that. We can just chat, ignore her." Angela calmly continued the conversation while expertly continuing Vivian's handjob under the table.
"Ngh… Mmm… Faster…", Vivian's soft moans provided an unsettling soundtrack.
"Sweetie," Angela said, shifting tone slightly, "truthfully… my Husband is just completely captivated by you. And frankly… I can't always keep up with her appetite. So, I was bold today, hoping perhaps we could become friends?"
"'Husband'?" Luna repeated, confused.
"Ah, yes. My daughter. Our relationship… It's unique. She's my Husband."
"Oh… hehe…" Luna had no framework for this.
"Mommy, tell her to talk! Talk sexy!" Vivian demanded urgently off-mic.
"Right…" Angela sighed. "So, sweetie… how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Ahem, I'm 23," Luna answered.
"So young! And you have such a gorgeous figure in your videos," Angela flattered.
"Thank you. You and… your Husband… are both very beautiful too," Luna reciprocated politely. Compliments about appearance – the universal female icebreaker. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by a cautious, slightly mercenary curiosity on Luna's part, and a focused, strategic manipulation on Angela's.