He has Lucia meet Val

“Meet Val.”

Valeria turned toward him at the sound of her name. Brows furrowed. Confused for half a second.

Then her mouth curved.

“Meet?” she said, voice suddenly lighter, rougher around the edges. “Chase, you twat. Luci is my lover.”

She swatted at his knee. Playful. Familiar. Like they’d been trading insults for years.

Lucia’s breath caught.

Luci.

Her mother hadn’t called her that since she was little. Back when Valeria still braided her hair at night and let her fall asleep on her lap watching old movies. Back before Diego existed. Before everything went cold.

Lucia was still lost in the echo of that single word when Valeria rose from the floor in one smooth motion. Naked. Skin still flushed from the earlier spanking. Breasts swaying heavy with the movement. She crossed the short distance between the two without hesitation.

Lucia didn’t have time to react.

Valeria’s mouth crashed into hers, hard and hungry. Teeth clacked. Tongues met. Lucia froze for one stunned heartbeat, then her hands came up on instinct, fingers digging into bare hips.

Valeria didn’t wait for permission.

She swung one leg over Lucia’s lap, straddling her thighs. The armchair creaked under their combined weight. Valeria grabbed both of Lucia’s wrists, yanked them up, and planted her palms flat against her own breasts.

They were warm. Heavy. Nipples already hard against Lucia’s skin.

Lucia’s brain shorted out.

She squeezed. Kneaded. Felt the soft give under her fingers and moaned into her mother’s mouth without meaning to.

Valeria broke the kiss just long enough to drag Lucia’s jeans open. The zipper rasped down. She shoved the denim and underwear past Lucia’s hips in one rough tug, far enough to expose her completely. Then her hand was there, cupping, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease. She rubbed in tight, slow circles. Expert. Ruthless.

Lucia’s head fell back against the chair. A choked sound escaped her throat.

Valeria’s mouth found her neck. Bit. Sucked. Whispered against the skin.

“Did my little lover miss her whore?”

Lucia nodded. Couldn’t speak. Just nodded again, frantic.

Valeria’s fingers sped up.

“Good girl,” she purred. “I’m glad you came back. Both of us can **** that little cockroach together. Diego. The pathetic little shit never deserved either of us.”

Hearing her mother say it, prefer her, choose her, over the golden son sent a white-hot spike of contentment through Lucia’s chest. Not love. Not forgiveness. Just raw, vicious satisfaction.

Valeria slid down her body. Dropped to her knees between Lucia’s spread thighs. Hooked both hands under Lucia’s knees and yanked her forward until her ass hung half off the seat.

Then her mouth was on her.

Tongue flat. Broad strokes. Then pointed. Flicking. Circling. Sucking her clit between soft lips and humming so the vibration went straight through Lucia’s core.

Lucia’s hands flew to Valeria’s hair. Gripped. Pulled. Hips bucked up against her face.

She was close. Too close. Thighs shaking. Breath coming in short, **** pants.

Valeria pulled off just as the edge rushed up.

Looked straight into Lucia’s eyes.

“Cum for Mommy,” she said.

Lucia shattered.

Her whole body locked. Back arched off the chair. A raw, broken cry tore out of her throat as she came hard, wet, pulsing, drenching her mother’s chin and cheeks. Valeria didn’t flinch. Just kept her mouth there, tongue still moving slow and gentle through the aftershocks, lapping up every drop while that same wicked smile spread across her soaked face.