AR Returns Ch43

Thoroughly traumatized, Mary sits in the dark of her closet, frozen from head to toe yet still intently watching her daughter and her friend, naked in her bed.

Jess is sort of cuddling Riley, moaning softly as Riley sucks on her breast like a baby. Meanwhile, Jess’s hand strokes Riley’s hard shaft. Which is big. And hard. Mary has always known about it, of course, but she’s never seen it erect.

She watches her daughter whimper, still sucking, as a woman twice her age milks a generous load of pungent cum onto her taut belly.

They still aren’t finished. They nuzzle, kiss, and whisper to each other.

Soon enough, Mary is watching Riley’s still-red ass rise and fall vigorously as she makes passionate love to Jess in the exact spot where Mary sleeps.

Mary did not think this through. She has to listen as Jess gets progressively louder, pleading with Riley not to stop. Mary worries that the neighbors will hear, although the squishing and smacking sounds bother her even more than the cries. She has to listen when Riley grunts and finishes raw. There’s been no sign of a condom in any of this. Then she has to listen to the heavy breathing, kisses, and whispering that follow as Riley lies limp on top of Jess.

Then it gets worse.

Riley and Jess are aware that they still have to clean up, and Mary can’t move. She has to watch as Jess, with Riley’s semen dripping down her thighs, climbs out of the bed to help. It’s not enough that they change the sheets in front of Mary; they do it naked.

“I want to sleep together,” Jess announces, and it’s almost as though she knows that Mary is there because she’s bent over, helping with the sheets, letting Mary see everything in pornographic detail.

“Your place?”

“I just don’t know what we’re walking into.”

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“Here it is,” Stef says excitedly, pouring a frozen margarita from the pitcher into a glass. She hands it to Adella and slides onto the sofa. “She’s gonna get her tits out.”

On the screen is a film with Sydney Sweeney. It doesn’t make much sense, but it doesn’t have to.

“Is it strange that I find the other girl more attractive?” Adella asks as they sit in the dark living room, watching Sydney Sweeney’s character make questionable decisions.

“No. I get it. I think she’s only naked for that first part and then at the spa or whatever,” Stef says. “Sydney’s got the rack, though.” She snorts. “Like Mary.”

“Riley’s mother?”

“You should’ve seen her back then, Adella.”

“Hmm. She’s beautiful now.”

“Don’t even. Riley would die.”

“These nude scenes are so brief,” Adella notes critically.

“Should I rewind it?”

“Yes, please.”