She chickens out

Julia sat on the edge of the bed, sundress half-zipped, the headmaster's latest command still searing behind her eyes: convince Riley to text him, make it flirty, make it happen. Her mouth went dry at the thought of steering her own daughter toward that man—the same man who'd **** his cock down her throat in his office, who'd built a digital shrine to her degradation. She looked up at Riley standing in the doorway, all teenage defiance and sleepy nonchalance, and the words died in her throat. She couldn't do it. Not yet. Not like this.

Instead, she **** a soft, maternal smile and patted the bed beside her. "Come here for a sec, sweetheart. You okay after… that whole thing with Nick this morning? I mean, his… penis smacking you in the face like that. It must have been traumatic. Especially if it was your first time seeing one up close."

Riley blinked, then burst out laughing—sharp, genuine, the kind of laugh that made her shoulders shake. She dropped onto the bed next to Julia, crossing her legs and rolling her eyes. "Hardly, Mom. Traumatic? Please. I've seen cocks before. Like, a lot. That was just gross because it was Nick's."

Julia's face flushed hot, a rush of heat crawling up her neck and settling in her cheeks. Of course Riley had seen them before. Of course. The girl was eighteen, rebellious, sexually active enough to get caught blowing two boys in the school bathroom. Julia had known that on some level—had even used it as fuel for her own twisted fantasies—but hearing it said so casually, so matter-of-factly, from her daughter's mouth hit differently. It stirred memories of her own college days, before William, before the pregnancy, before she locked everything down: drunken parties, backseats, boys whose names she barely remembered, cocks she’d taken eagerly because it felt like freedom. She’d been a slut back then too, just like Riley. The realization didn’t shock her; it flustered her, made her thighs press together under the sundress as a traitorous spark flickered low in her belly.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain control. "Right. Well… I just worry about you sometimes. But, um… it is nice when we drive to school together, you know? Just you and me. Would you let me take you again this morning? I could drop you off, we could talk a little more…"

Riley sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the comforter with her arms spread wide. "God, Mom, you're so extra today. Fine. Whatever. You can drive me. But if you start with the 'be safe' lecture again, I'm walking."

Julia exhaled, relief mixing with the lingering guilt of what she still had to do—eventually. She reached over and squeezed Riley's hand. "Deal. No lectures. Just us."

Riley smirked, sitting up and hopping off the bed. "Cool. I'm gonna grab breakfast. Don't take forever getting ready—you drive like a grandma when you're stressed."

She disappeared down the hall, leaving Julia alone again, the headmaster's text still unread on her phone, the weight of her cowardice and her arousal pressing down in equal measure. She finished zipping her dress, took a steadying breath, and tried not to think about how much longer she could keep stalling before Master made her pay for it.