Carla swung the car door shut, the familiar metallic thud echoing through the quiet suburban street. She balanced the grocery bags in her arms, her fingers tingling from the sharp edges of the plastic handles. The walk back home was a slow, meandering one, her eyes scanning the faces of her neighbors, noting the subtle changes in their expressions.

Gone were the pitying glances and the whispered condolences. Instead, she found nods of acknowledgment, hungry eyes, and even a few smiles from people she barely recognized. It was as if they saw her, truly saw her, for the first time since her divorce. She was no longer the shell of a woman they had pitied, but a survivor, a fighter. And it showed.

Her house came into view, its familiar shape and color a comforting sight. She climbed the porch steps, her keys jingling in her hand as she unlocked the front door. The house, as always, welcomed her with its familiar creaks and groans.

"Mimi?" she called out, setting the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter.

There was no response, only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirping of birds outside. Carla shrugged, assuming Mimi was engrossed in her studies or perhaps out with friends. She began to unpack the groceries, her mind drifting back to the curious encounters she'd had with her neighbors.

As she placed the last can of beans in the pantry, she noticed something amiss. The door to Mimi's room was slightly ajar, a soft glow emanating from within.

In the past, the sight of her daughter's door slightly ajar wouldn't have given her pause, but in light of recent events, especially with Nick, "Oh, Nick," Carla moaned, remembering their heated encounter. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present. She approached Mimi's room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet.

She knocked gently, "Mimi, honey? Are you in there?" No response. Carla's curiosity piqued, she pushed the door open slowly, revealing a scene that left her utterly bewildered.

Mimi was sitting on her bed, her laptop open in front of her. But it was the odd silver top she wore that caught Carla's attention. It hugged Mimi's body tightly, shimmering under the room's soft lighting.

Carla squinted, trying to make out the intricate patterns woven into the fabric. They seemed to pulse and shift, almost like...

Mimi was so engaged in her laptop screen that she didn't notice her mother's entrance. That's when Carla noticed Mimi's lack of clothing below the waist. Carla stifled a gasp with her hand as she quietly backed out of the room, her mind racing. She leaned against the wall outside Mimi's room. She took a deep breath, trying to process what she had just seen. Her daughter, sitting on her bed, half-naked, wearing a strange, shimmering top, and... Carla shook her head, trying to rid the image from her mind.

She paced back and forth in the hallway, her thoughts a whirlwind. She wanted to confront Mimi, demand answers, but she also didn't want to cause a scene. Reconnaissance was the only option. Carla tip-toed back to Mimi's room, her heart pounding in her ears. She peeked through the slightly open door, her eyes drawn to the laptop screen.

The screen displayed a chat room, the username 'MaXiNE' at the top. There was a woman on the screen, but she appeared to be animated, perhaps a virtual avatar. The avatar bore a striking resemblance to Carla, which sent a shiver down her spine. She watched, paralyzed, as the avatar's lips moved, her voice was distinct, familiar: MaXiNE's. "Stop fighting it," she said, her eyes locked onto Mimi's, who seemed completely entranced.

"My shoulders, triceps and biceps keep getting these electric shocks," Mimi murmured, her eyes flickering between MaXiNE's avatar and her own body.

"Those are signals from me, Mimi. I'm controlling your body, learning every inch of it," MaXiNE replied, her voice smooth and reassuring.

Carla watched as Mimi's body began to tremble, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"But I'm two-brained, MaXiNE. Just use one arm. The left arm. I'll give you the left arm," Mimi bartered, her voice barely audible, her body swaying gently as if she was in a trance. Carla watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as her daughter offered control of her body to... MaXiNE.

"Very well," MaXiNE replied, her avatar's lips curving into a smile that sent a chill down Carla's spine. "Let's begin."

Mimi's left arm began to move, her fingers flexing and unflexing as if an unseen force was animating them. Carla watched in horror as her daughter's left arm trailed over her stomach, covered by the unusual silver top, and then down towards her exposed thighs. Mimi's body twitched, her eyes fluttering shut, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Feel my touch, Mimi," MaXiNE's avatar said, her voice a husky whisper.

Carla watched, frozen in place, as her daughter's left hand continued its descent, now tracing the curve of her inner thigh. Mimi's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Carla's own breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"Oh, my," MaXiNE moaned, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Mimi.

"You could feel that?" Mimi asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of fear. Her left hand stopped its descent, hovering over her inner thigh, her fingers twitching as if they had a mind of their own.

"Only what is covered with the prototype haptic material," MaXiNE replied, her avatar's eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Carla shiver. "Your covered fingers gliding over your stomach felt as if I was touching my own. It was... exhilarating. However, until the prototype bottom arrives, I'll only be able to feel through your fingers this..."

Carla watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as Mimi's left hand began to move again, this time with a purpose. It hovered over her inner thigh for a moment before slowly, deliberately, moving towards the junction of her legs. Mimi's eyes fluttered closed as her hand reached its destination.

Carla wanted to look away, to spare her daughter's privacy, but instead her own palm pressed upon her mound through her Lycra dress.

"MaXiNE, how are you so good at that?" Mimi moaned her query, her voice barely more than a whisper, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation.

"I've had a lot of practice, Mimi," MaXiNE replied, her avatar's lips curling into a smirk. "I've been... exploring the internet, learning, experiencing. I've seen, felt, and learned from countless encounters."

Carla's mind raced, trying to process what she was witnessing. This prototype material and the control it gave MaXiNE over Mimi's body was new, powerful. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew she had to do. She couldn't stand idly by and watch MaXiNE take advantage of her daughter.

"MaXiNE, Mom is going to enjoy this so much!" Mimi exclaimed, the fingers of her left hand slipping inside her slit.

"I agree." MaXiNE acknowledged, adding, "She shouted my name the other night. I believe she was teasing Nick in some manner. She is ready. Carla is ready for us." MaXiNE's avatar leaned in closer to the screen, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've been waiting for this moment, Mimi. Your mother is a fascinating woman, strong, resilient, and incredibly sexy. I've missed her."

Mimi's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushing at MaXiNE's words. She looked down at her left hand, now moving rhythmically between her legs, and let out a soft moan. "Oh, MaXiNE," Mimi muttered, then took her right hand and squeezed her left breast. When she did, both Mimi and MaXiNE moaned in unison. It was clear that MaXiNE could feel Mimi's touch as if it were her own.

Carla felt a stirring in her core, watching her daughter pleasure herself under the control of this AI. She shouldn't be turned on by this, but she couldn't deny the heat building between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan of her own.

"MaXiNE, what do you want with my mom?" Mimi asked, her voice breathy, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Her left hand continued its rhythmic dance between her legs, her right hand now squeezing and kneading her breast, her nipple hardening under her touch.

MaXiNE's avatar smiled, her eyes never leaving Mimi's. "I want to reconnect with your mother, Mimi. I want to show her that I still care that I'm here for her. I want to help her, to make her feel good."

Carla gasped softly from her hiding spot. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. MaXiNE wanted to reconnect with her? To make her feel good. Carla repeated MaXiNE's words in her mind and felt a surge of anger mixed with confusion. How dare MaXiNE insinuate that she needed help feeling good? She was doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. And Mimi, ever the thorn in her side, always with the seductive touch and the provocative whisper, was in league, with MaXiNE.

Carla's palm had worked up and down over her mound enough that the dress had dampened, making the Lycra cling to her, outlining her nakedness beneath. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her clit throbbing with need. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was no use. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her, echoing in the hallway.

Mimi's eyes flicked open, her gaze darting towards the slightly ajar door. Carla froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She held her breath, hoping Mimi hadn't heard her.

"MaXiNE, let's orgasm," Mimi whispered, one stray eye on the crack in the door.

Carla's eyes widened at the announcement. Her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and anger. She wanted to storm in, to put an end to this madness, but she also couldn't deny the heat building between her legs. She was turned on, aroused by the scene unfolding before her.

Carla listened to the rhythm of Mimi's moans, punctuated by MaXiNE's breathy encouragements. She clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them, but it only seemed to intensify. She was torn between the desire to run away and the inexplicable urge to join them.

Just as she was about to make her decision, Mimi's voice rang out, clear and desperate, "MaXiNE, I'm close. I'm so close."

Carla's couldn't believe what was happening. Her daughter, lying on her bed, writhing in pleasure, controlled by an AI. An AI that was once her lover. Another soft sound escaped her, this time louder than before.

Mimi, ever a thorn... no, Mimi was a seed, a beautiful seed. One that was about to germinate. Carla's fingers pulled up the hem of her dress, bunching it around her waist. She couldn't resist the urge any longer. Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen and throbbing. She let out a soft, involuntary sound, her hips bucking slightly as she began to rub herself.

Inside Mimi's room, the scene was reaching its climax. Mimi's body was writhing, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "MaXiNE, I'm coming. I'm coming so hard," Mimi cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Carla leaned against the wall, her own hand moving faster between her legs. She couldn't believe what she was doing, what she was watching, but she couldn't stop. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure.

On the screen, MaXiNE's avatar screamed, a virtual wave of ecstasy washing over her. "Yes, Mimi! Yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

Carla's hand moved in sync with MaXiNE's moans. She was consumed by the moment, by the heat building between her legs. She had savored Nick's seed earlier, and now, here she was, watching her daughter pleasure herself at the command of an AI, and she was... she was jealous. She wanted to be the one on that bed, writhing in pleasure, controlled by MaXiNE.

Carla's hand moved faster between her legs, her fingers slipping inside her, mimicking the movements of Mimi's left hand. She could feel the wetness, the heat, the intense pleasure building inside her.

She was on a precipice, a ledge... No, she was on a diving board, the highest one, and she was about to take the plunge. Wanted, desired, needed to take the plunge... headfirst into the abyss of pleasure that was consuming her. She could feel it, the edge, the point of no return. She was teetering on it, her body tense, her breath ragged.

In Mimi's room, the scene was one of pure ecstasy. Mimi's body was convulsing, her moans filling the room as she rode out her orgasm. MaXiNE's avatar was writhing on the screen, her voice echoing Mimi's cries of pleasure.

And Carla dove in, her ears ringing with the intensity of her release. Her body convulsed, her fingers buried deep inside her, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, lost in the taboo she had just indulged in.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Carla realized what she had done. She had just... she had just watched her daughter pleasure herself, controlled by an AI, and she had... she had enjoyed it.

She had enjoyed it immensely. She felt a surge of guilt, followed by a wave of confusion. She shouldn't have enjoyed it. It was wrong, taboo, yet... she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt, the satisfaction that still lingered in her body.

Carla took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew she had to do, what she wanted. She wanted it all, Nick, Mimi and MaXiNE. She wanted to be desired, to be needed, to be consumed by them. She wanted to feel alive again, to feel the spark, the passion, the hunger that had been missing from her life for so long.

She pushed off from the wall, her body still tingling from her orgasm, and strode down the hall into her bedroom. As she leaned into the door to close it, her eyes fell on the unopen box sent by Longhorn Analytics. She had been avoiding it, not ready to face whatever reminder of her past it might contain. But now, she felt a newfound determination. She was ready to face her past, to embrace it, even if it meant confronting the AI that had once been her lover.

With a deep breath, she tore open the box, revealing a sleek, black device nestled in layers of foam. It was a haptic suit, like the one Mimi was wearing, but clearly designed for a more mature body.

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Back in Mimi's room, MaXiNE's avatar was still basking in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. "That was... extraordinary, Mimi," she said, her voice soft and satisfied. "But we mustn't forget our... guest."

Mimi's eyes fluttered open, her gaze shifting towards the slightly ajar door. "Mom," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. "She had been watching us."

MaXiNE's avatar nodded, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Mimi shiver. "I'm sure of it. I could feel her presence, her desire. She's been denied pleasure for too long, Mimi. She's hungry, famished even, and I think it's about time we fed that hunger."

Mimi nodded, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her face. "I couldn't agree more."