She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

The room was still.

Just three people sprawled across silk sheets, bodies trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

But while Catherine’s eyes had drifted closed and Alex lay recovering beside her, Victoria was anything but still.

Her breathing was deliberate. Controlled.

Deep inhales through her nose, slow exhales through parted lips.

Trying to calm the desperate need that had been building while she watched Alex fuck Catherine.

While she helped them. Tasted them.

It had been exquisite torture.

And now… finally… it was her turn.

Victoria’s eyes traced down Alex’s body.

He was collapsed beside Catherine, chest still heaving, skin glistening with sweat.

And between his legs…

Still semi-hard despite everything they’d just done.

Victoria’s control snapped.

She moved.

Crawled across the bed with predatory grace until she was between his legs.

Alex’s eyes opened, found her there, and something like understanding crossed his face.

“Shh.”

Victoria gestured as she wrapped her hand around him… still slick, still warm, still thick even half-hard.

“My turn,” Victoria said, her voice low and commanding.

She stroked once.

Twice.

Felt him already responding to her touch.

“Get hard for me, little Alex.” Victoria commanded, squeezing his shaft while looking directly at it.

As if her words were all he needed, Alex hardened completely in her grip.

Blood rushing back, flesh swelling, until he was fully erect again.

Ready.

For her.

Victoria smiled… sharp and satisfied… and leaned down.

Pressed a kiss to his tip.

“Good boy,” she murmured against his cock, lips brushing the sensitive head. “Such a good boy for me.”

Alex groaned above her, but Victoria’s attention remained completely focused on what she held in her hand.

“Now let me take you home.” she whispered.

Then she moved.

Straddled his hips, positioning herself directly over him.

But she didn’t drop immediately.

Instead, she dragged his length through her wetness first.

Once.

Coating him.

Teasing herself.

Making both of them wait just a moment longer.

Alex didn’t interrupt. He simply watched her… eyes half-lidded, a slow, entertained smile tugging at his mouth… as she took her time on purpose, savoring the moment and his restraint with clear, deliberate intent.

She dragged him through again, the head of his cock sliding over her clit, and they both shuddered.

Then… finally Victoria positioned him at her entrance.

And sank down.

Slowly.

Taking him inch by inch, feeling every bit of his thickness stretching her, filling her.

Her groan started low and built as she descended.

“Fuck… yes… finally…”

When she was fully seated, both of them gasped.

“God,” Alex breathed, hands tightening on her hips. “Victoria…”

And then she began to move.

Slowly at first.

Rising until just his tip remained inside her, then sinking back down with agonizing deliberation.

Savoring the stretch.

The fullness.

The feeling of finally having him all to herself.

“Mmm…” Victoria’s moan was low, appreciative. “Yes…”

She set a rhythm.

Steady. Deep.

Each descent drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“God, Alex… you feel so good…”

But slow wasn’t enough.

Not after watching. Not after waiting.

Not after spending the entire afternoon helping Catherine while her own need built to unbearable levels.

Victoria’s pace increased.

Rising and falling faster now.

Harder.

“Ah… fuck…” Her gasps became sharper with each thrust.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

Victoria’s breathing turned ragged.

“Yes… yes… oh God…”

Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in slightly as she rode him with increasing desperation.

Chasing something.

Making up for lost time.

“Alex…” His name became a chant. “Alex… fuck… Alex…”

Fast.

Hard.

Almost violent in her need.

Her moans escalating from controlled gasps to unrestrained cries.

“So… fucking… good…”

Each word punctuated by another desperate drop of her hips.

Taking him completely.

Over and over.

Finally getting what she’d been denied while she’d been the helper, the assistant, the one who made everyone else feel good.

Now it was her turn.

And she was taking it.

Catherine’s eyes snapped open at Victoria’s scream, found her best friend already riding Alex with almost violent intensity.

“Can’t wait, bitch?” Catherine said, voice hoarse but amused.

Victoria’s laugh was breathless. “Not… one… second…”

“Greedy.”

“You… took… your… time…”

Catherine settled back, watching, and despite her exhaustion felt heat building again.

Because watching Victoria ride Alex was its own kind of beautiful.

Desperate. Possessive.

Taking what was hers.

***

Alex tried to maintain control.

Tried to let Victoria set the pace, take what she needed.

But her breasts… God, her breasts…

Bouncing with each thrust, full and perfect and absolutely hypnotic.

Alex had come to realize something about himself over these past weeks with Victoria.

He had a fatal weakness.

And it was staring him right in the face… or rather, bouncing magnificently right in front of him.

Big breasts.

Victoria’s specifically.

He couldn’t resist.

Sat up suddenly, hands sliding from her hips to her waist to higher.

Cupped her breasts, and Victoria gasped.

“Alex…”

He pulled her forward, bending her down to him, and took her nipple into his mouth.

Victoria’s scream changed entirely.

“Fuck… your mouth… oh God…”

He sucked hard, then bit gently, and her rhythm faltered.

Too much sensation.

His cock deep inside her, his mouth on her breast, his hands gripping her like he’d never let go.

“Alex… I can’t…”

He switched to her other breast, and Victoria’s coherence shattered completely.

Just sounds.

Desperate, needy, perfect sounds.

Catherine watched them, hand unconsciously sliding between her own legs.

She should be exhausted.

She’d just had the most intense orgasm of her life.

But her enhanced body was already recovering, and watching Victoria fall apart on Alex’s cock while he devoured her breasts…

Catherine wanted more.

Needed more.

She moved.

Alex noticed her approaching through half-closed eyes.

Released Victoria’s breast long enough to reach out.

Grabbed Catherine’s wrist.

And pulled.

“Ahhh… Alex”

He lifted her like she weighed nothing and positioned her over his face.

Understanding dawned just as he lowered her onto his mouth.

“Oh… fuck…”

His tongue found her immediately, and Catherine’s curse dissolved into a moan.

Now Victoria rode his cock, hands braced on his chest, head thrown back.

Now Catherine rode his face, gripping the headboard, thighs trembling.

Both women facing each other.

Both screaming.

Both falling apart.

“God,” Victoria gasped, eyes meeting Catherine’s. “He’s… so… good…”

“His tongue…” Catherine managed. “Fuck… his tongue…”

Their hands found each other without thinking.

Gripping.

Anchoring.

Two best friends being destroyed by the same man, together.

Victoria’s rhythm became desperate, chasing release.

Catherine ground down against Alex’s mouth, so close.

Alex’s hands gripped Victoria’s hips, guiding her pace while his tongue worked Catherine mercilessly.

All three building.

Racing.

Almost there.

“I’m close,” Victoria gasped. “So close…”

“Don’t stop…” Catherine begged. “Please…don’t…”

The pressure building.

Unbearable.

Perfect.

Almost…

The bedroom door opened.

Footsteps.

None of them noticed.

Too lost.

Too close.

Then. ..

“MOM?!”

Everything stopped.

Froze.

Victoria’s eyes snapped to the doorway, hips stilling.

Catherine’s head turned, breath catching.

Alex went completely still beneath them both.

Sophia stood in the doorway.

Hand over her mouth.

Eyes wide… shocked, horrified, not quite believing.

Taking in the scene before her.

Her mother.

Naked.

Straddling a man.

Her aunt.

Also naked.

On his face.

Both clearly, undeniably mid-sex.