Better, after she gets a little motherly help.

Things were not going according to her plans.
That was never a good sign.

Alison Skye was currently sitting in her kitchen, surrounded by some of the women in her life, her sister Brittney and her daughter Iris were getting some dinner prep ready. Max's teacher Shanti, Megan her neighbor, and her visiting baby girl Illyana with her fiancé were at the table with her, chatting pleasantly.

Well, Chatting was a bit of a generous way of putting it. Bruce was chatting somewhat normally, but everyone in the room could see him stealing glances down shirts or as asses when he thought no one was looking. Everyone except her daughter, who was still currently a space cadet, staring off into space as she fought herself.

Her Illya was so heated that her skin tone almost matched her hair, her nipples were poking out through what looked like at least a padded bra, and everyone in the room could smell her soaked pussy from anywhere in the room.

Her baby needed some dick.

And yet, her daughter fought herself. Alison could see the clash of her daughter's willpower against her lusts. Even after Alison had gone out of her way to make sure Max had unknowingly fully saturated the room a few minutes before Illyana had got here, the residual pheromones and aura enough to start another orgy, still her Illya resisted. With Illyana's sensitivity to Max's powers, it was all the more impressive.

By all rights, her baby girl should have already ditched the polite moron eye-fucking her aunt and jumped on Max with a fury.

She noticed that her daughter was currently clenching her fists so tightly her nails were drawing blood in her palms.

She needed to change her approach, she didn't want her daughter to suffer.

While Bruce had been insistent on being with Illyana everywhere and anything she could say to Illyana she could say to him, all it took was mentioning her pregnancy to make the fool back off.

Any sort of baby talk seemed to repel the man better than anything.

Ironic that he was apparently planning to seduce Brittney, not realizing she, and every other woman under her room, Illyana excluded, were already pregnant with Max's babies. The rest just weren't showing yet.

She could almost feel the man's contempt for her and her rounded, motherly figure.

He deserved everything that her daughters were cooking up with that lovely little latina Maria. She didn't know what exactly, but she recognized the look in their eyes in passing. That sort of malicious glint tended to have... graphic results.

For now, she brought her Illyana over to her bed, locking the doors and activating the wards in the room. She needed to have a conversation with her daughter, not at her lust. Small green sigils alit on each wall, the door, and the celling.

She's the God damned matriarch of a growing clan of horny sluts, she's allowed to have a quiet space to read every once in awhile.

As the residuals of Max's musk was pulled up and away from the mother and daughter, Alison brought a green glowing finger to her daughter's forehead.

Illyana felt control return to herself as the fog of lust lost it's biting edge. She no longer felt an overwhelming compulsion to hunt down her cousin, shred his clothes, and plant his monstrous cock so deep in her pussy she could feel it in her throat. She did still ache for him though and felt her soaked pussy clench at the memory of the massive log that he'd been 'hiding' in his shorts last time she'd seen him. Dear god if he was that big and wasn't even fully hard...

Shaking her head, Illyana found herself sitting on her mother's bed, looking at her heavily pregnant mom. She couldn't quite remember how she got here, but that was fine. She didn't wake up cheating on her finance, that was honestly better than expected. She could never cheat on her man.

"My baby girl, how are you doing?" Alison asked, smiling.

"I'm feeling... clearer, Mom. Thank you." Illyana admitted. She knew her mom could have her tonging her pregnant pussy happily for the next hour if she really wanted to. But, she was instead here, fully clothed (for her) and having a conversation.

"It's no problem baby, I just wanted to talk to you for a moment."

"Alright Mom, but you couldn't take all your influence out of me if we're going to talk?" Illyana asked.

Alison smile turned a little more knowing at her daughter. "I have, baby girl. I put a ward up on you to keep my influence, and Max's out. Anything you still feel right now is all you." A glimmer of mischievous teasing in her eyes.

That wasn't good for Illyana, she knew her mom wouldn't lie about something like this. Reflecting inwards, Illyana could feel that she was telling the truth. The fact that she wanted to feel Max's massive cock pumping a thick load of cum down her throat was all her.

"Honey, I just wanted to talk to you about Bruce." Illyana braced herself, her mother was never one for subtlety with family. "What about him?" Illyana asked, raising her inner guard already.

"Honey, We both know he's not keeping you happy." Alison said. The weight of the truth that rang horribly true in Illyana's mind. It didn't matter though, he was her man.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Mom." Illyana felt her lips move before she realized they were. "Just because you can't be happy without a different dick for every day of the week, doesn't mean I can't be happy with just Bruce."

Illyana froze as soon as the words left her mouth. Why had she said that? She didn't mean that.

"Really? Is that what you think?" Alison said, her words were completely neutral, her smile gone. Illyana quailed inside herself, She hadn't meant to say that, she knew that before she left college, she'd been just like her mom. She had her man now though. She couldn't leave her man.

Alison felt the inner turmoil in her daughter's silence and figured playing around with words wasn't going to get very far. Pulling on her vibrant green powers, Alison reached out to her daughter's mind.

Alison felt her inner eye open and she beheld her daughter's mind. It was a muted, dull grey and green, like an old stone with some very dead moss covering it, all wrapped up in a spiderweb of pure white light that pushed and pulled at her daughter's mind. Some strings from the strange web binding her daughter's mind lead off, somewhere else in the existence of her daughter. Following them, Alison found herself beholding her daughter's soul, the primal core of her baby girl's being.

Instead of the wild pyre of green power that she'd seen in her daughter as she left to dorm in the local college, she found a small campfire of emerald fire, housed in a kiln made of pure white stone, from the top of the white kiln, came spider webs instead of smoke, reaching off towards her daughter's mind.

Rage built in Alison as she fought to think clearly about this. It could only mean one of two things; either Bruce was a practitioner of various esoteric and arcane arts and had done this to her Illyana, or her daughter had run into one such practitioner some time in college but had been tossed aside by whomever had done this only to be taken up by Bruce.

Using what critical thinking she had, Alison looked closely at the work that had been done on her daughter's soul. Someone had taken the time to bind their energies to her daughter's soul, so that the mental bindings would self-regenerate instead of fading over a few months or years. While that was an advanced working, this felt... unbalanced. She herself had done a few similar things to some of the more intrusive morons that had tried invading her life, but this was somewhat amateurish. Way too much energy had gone into the soul binding and the mental binding was too restrictive. If she hadn't done this, her daughter might have lost her mind in a few years, the cracks in her mind were already starting to show.

Alison did a deep survey of the bindings before doing anything, making sure that she wouldn't harm her daughter before acting. Thankfully whomever had done this apparently never realized others could manipulate the soul as well, and hadn't left any 'parting gifts' in his work.

Now sure that she wouldn't hurt her daughter, Alison reached out and used her own inferno of roiling green magics to slowly and methodically pull the soul kiln apart. Delicate care was taken to ensure nothing disturbed her daughter's soul fire. That would recover on it's own once these damned stones weren't using it as fuel.

With the kiln disassembled and then destroyed, Alison reached out and let some of her own fires run down the glowing white spider webs as she returned to her daughter's mind. With careful precision, Alison burned away the white web that had been constricting her daughter's mind, keeping her from thinking certain thoughts or forcing her to react in certain ways. Her daughter should now be free of whatever corruption had been inflicted upon her mind and soul.

Alison took a deep breath and thought for a moment, this probably wasn't Bruce's work. His soul, from what she'd seen when she first looked at him, had no affinity with white magics, or any magics at all. Either he was a master of hiding his abilities or, again more likely someone else had done this. To be cautious, she would let her Lady know, and She would look into the man. If it wasn't the little Bruce, then Alison was going to have to look into those who her daughter had gone to college with that were related to the Church. White magics were the hallmark of the zealous.

Regardless, her work was done here. Alison pulled back to her normal body after leaving a warm, loving stoke to her daughter's recovering soul fire.

Illyana had felt her mother's magics flare before everything went green, then black. She awoke on her mother's bed, no worse for wear. She even felt a little bit of pure love radiating deep in the core of her being, her mother must have done something, but she couldn't tell what. Looking around the room, Illyana spotted her heavily pregnant mother waddling over with a tall glass of ice water, which was perfect from how dry her throat was feeling.

"How are you feeling, my beautiful girl?" Alison asked her daughter.

Illyana took a moment before responding. "I feel... Good. Did you do something to me? I feel... freer, than I did before."

Alison gave her daughter a sad look, "Someone else actually had messed with you mind. I didn't trust that those words you said were yours, so I decided to take a quick peak. Someone had messed with your mind and I couldn't leave you be like that." Alison held her breath for a moment, hoping her daughter would believe her. She could **** her to believe her, but she had made a personal rule (one of few) to never influence her family's minds in that way.

Illyana reached inward with what senses she could. She felt like a great weight she had never noticed had been taken off her shoulders. She looked into her mother's eyes and saw hesitation there. Her mother was many things, but she knew her mother would never do anything to her. She had an entire lifetime of experiences where her mom had gone above and beyond to cherish and protect her.

"I trust you, Mom." Illyana said, looking up into her mother's eyes.

Her impossibly powerful mother teared up and pulled her into a big, slightly awkward hug over her pregnant belly. Illyana smiled as she melted into the hug a little. It felt nice to be able to enjoy the feeling of being close to her mother again.

After a very long hug where Alison only cried a little out of relief, they both sat down again.

"What do you want to do now?" Alison asked her daughter.

"Well, I am engaged, and I figure I should honor that, Mom." Illyana said. "While I wasn't in my right mind, I won't be the one to break up my engagement just because I just got my mind back."

Alison just shook her head at that, that was just like her daughter, always going with the flow. "Alright, I can respect that, but you've actually got to watch your man. You want to be monogamous, I won't stop you. Just make sure he's good enough to be your One. Okay, Baby?"

Illyana smiled at that. "Don't worry Mom, If he does anything to anyone else, I'm more than ready to end it with him. He's the one who's been pushing for the whole 'monogamy' thing. If he wants me to do it so much, then she should too."

Alison smiled at that. If she knew men like Bruce, he'd be gone before the week was over.