Lucia returns the favour

Lucia- Some time later

Lucia lay on her stomach between her mother’s spread thighs on the king-size bed in one of the Whitmore estate’s guest rooms. The sheets were some ridiculously expensive material that felt too soft against her knees. Half an hour had passed since she’d come all over Val’s face, since she’d watched her own juices drip down her mother’s chin and neck while Val just smiled up at her like she’d won something.

Right now Lucia had her face buried back between those thighs, not licking anymore, just… looking.

Val’s pussy was right there, inches from her nose. Recently shaved, smooth except for the faint dark stubble already pushing through, the kind that would rasp against skin if you rubbed the right way. Lucia knew her mother had never shaved before. Not once. Growing up she’d heard enough lectures about “natural womanhood” and “not mutilating your body for men” to know Valeria Rivera kept things untouched down there. Always had.

Now it was bare. Slick. Swollen from earlier attention. The lips puffy and parted just enough to show the wet pink inside. It looked obscene. Perfect.

Lucia pressed her nose against the smooth mound and inhaled deep. Musky. Salty. A faint trace of the citrus body wash Val must have used that morning mixed with the raw, animal scent underneath. It hit Lucia like a memory she’d buried years ago.

The first time she’d stolen a pair of her mother’s panties from the laundry hamper. Black lace ones Valeria only wore under her work skirts. Lucia had closed herself in the bathroom, pressed the damp crotch to her face and breathed until her head spun. She’d come in under two minutes just from the smell, rubbing herself through her pajama shorts while she inhaled like a junkie.

Valeria had caught her ten minutes later. Walked in without knocking because she needed the spare toothpaste. Saw her daughter on the floor, face buried in stolen underwear, hand still down her pants.

The yelling had been brutal. Grounded for a month. No phone. No friends. No nothing. Valeria had called her disgusting. Perverted. Said she was ashamed to have raised a daughter who would do something so vile.

Lucia had cried for days. But even then, sitting in her room staring at the locked door, she’d thought: At least I know what good pussy smells like now. Worth it.

The memory faded as Val’s voice cut through.

“Hey, Luci,” she said, lazy and amused. “Come on. Didn’t you say you were gonna return the favor?”

Lucia smiled against her mother’s skin. Lifted both hands and planted them on the insides of Val’s thighs, firm, possessive. Then she dropped her mouth back down.

She started slow. Flat tongue. Broad licks from bottom to top. Then pointed the tip and flicked it against the clit in quick little circles. Val tasted exactly like she smelled, salty, tangy, addictive.

Val’s hips rolled up to meet her mouth. A soft moan slipped out. For a woman who’d spent her life acting like sex was something you endured for marriage, Val had stamina that put most of Lucia’s hookups to shame. She could make women come in minutes when she wanted to. Right now Val was just enjoying it, legs spread wide, one hand lazily playing with her own nipple, the other tangled in Lucia’s neon-tipped hair.

She heard footsteps in the hallway.

Chase walked in without knocking. He didn’t say anything at first, just crossed the room and dropped onto the mattress beside Val’s head.

“Let me help you girls,” he said.

He placed one palm flat on Val’s forehead. Looked down at her blank, pleasure-drunk face.

“Cum for me, slut.”

Valeria’s whole body locked. Thighs clamped around Lucia’s ears. A sharp, broken cry tore out of her throat as her pussy pulsed hard against Lucia’s tongue, wet, rhythmic contractions that flooded Lucia’s mouth with fresh wetness. Val’s back arched off the bed, hips jerking, fingers twisting in the sheets.

Lucia kept licking through it. Slow. Gentle. Drawing it out until Val collapsed back down, panting, chest heaving.

Lucia finally pulled back. Wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Looked up at Chase and grinned.

“You gotta teach me how to do that,” she said.

Chase just smirked. Didn’t answer.

Val moaned low between them, still twitching with aftershocks.

Chase reached down and patted Val’s head like she was a good pet. Then he looked at Lucia.

“You understand what your role is gonna be?”