Goes and watches them

Julia lay curled on her side, still trembling from the aftershocks, sundress twisted around her waist, thighs slick and sticky, the phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline she hated holding. The screenshots of Riley’s **** pleas stared back at her—I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Just keep me.—each word a fresh stab of jealousy and twisted arousal. She couldn’t stop rereading them, couldn’t stop the way her clit throbbed every time she pictured Riley begging on her knees, blindfolded and broken, offering herself up to the same man who’d ruined her.

Her phone buzzed again—sharp, insistent, cutting through the haze.

Master: Watch them. Right now. Sneak to Nick’s door. Listen. If Riley’s already there, watch her suck him. Watch her swallow. Then text me exactly how it makes you feel—every filthy detail. Be honest, slut. Or the next video goes straight to William.

Julia’s breath stopped. The command landed like a physical blow—horror, shame, and a vicious spike of heat all at once. Watch her own children. Watch Riley on her knees for Nick, the same way she’d been on her knees for the headmaster. The wrongness of it should have paralyzed her. Instead, her pussy clenched hard around nothing, fresh slick trickling down her inner thigh.

She typed back with shaking fingers.

Julia: Yes, Master. I’ll watch. I’ll tell you everything.

Master: Good girl. Go. Now. Don’t touch yourself until you report back.

Julia set the phone down, heart slamming against her ribs. She smoothed her dress down as best she could—though it did nothing to hide the wet spot darkening the front or the way her nipples poked through the fabric like diamonds—and slipped out of her room barefoot, moving silently down the hallway.

Nick’s door was still cracked open, just as it had been earlier. Soft blue light from his PC spilled into the hall, along with faint sounds—rustling sheets, a low, sleepy moan.

Julia edged closer, pulse roaring in her ears. She pressed her back to the wall beside the doorframe and peered through the narrow gap.

Riley was there.

On her knees beside the bed, uniform skirt hiked to her waist, blouse open, breasts spilling out. Nick was still half-asleep, boxers shoved down, that massive cock standing thick and flushed in the dim light. Riley had him in her mouth—lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing slowly as she took him deeper. Nick’s hips twitched upward on instinct, a soft groan escaping him.

“Mom…”

The word—mumbled, dream-thick—sent a jolt straight to Julia’s core. Riley didn’t stop. She sucked harder, one hand stroking the base, the other braced on his thigh. Nick’s hand drifted to her hair—still asleep, still dreaming—fingers tangling gently as he murmured again.

“Mom… fuck… yes…”

Julia’s knees nearly buckled. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the whimper that tried to escape. Heat flooded her—shameful, overwhelming, unstoppable. Her free hand drifted between her legs without permission, pressing against the soaked fabric of her panties, feeling how swollen and dripping she was just from watching.

Riley’s head moved faster now—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet room. Nick’s breathing hitched, hips jerking shallowly. He was waking up—eyes fluttering, confusion flickering across his face as pleasure overrode everything else.

Riley didn’t stop. She took him deeper, throat working, swallowing around him as he groaned louder.

“Mom—shit—”

He came with a choked gasp, hips bucking, thick spurts flooding Riley’s mouth. She swallowed greedily—every drop—milking him with her lips and tongue until he shuddered and went limp against the pillows.

Riley pulled off slowly, lips swollen and glistening, a thin string of cum connecting her tongue to his softening cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood on shaky legs, and slipped out without a word—passing within inches of Julia in the hallway without noticing her.

Julia stayed frozen, back pressed to the wall, hand still between her legs, breathing ragged. The sight—Riley swallowing her brother’s load while he moaned for their mother—burned into her brain like acid and fire.

She stumbled back to her room, locked the door, and collapsed against it. Her phone was already in her hand, thumbs flying over the screen as tears pricked her eyes and arousal dripped down her thighs.

Julia: I watched. Riley was in his room. She sucked him while he slept. He moaned “Mom” the whole time—dreaming of me while she swallowed him. She took every drop. I heard him come. Saw her lips stretched around him, saw her throat work. It made me sick. It made me jealous. It made me so fucking wet I came again just standing there, listening to my daughter swallow my son while he called for me. I hate it. I hate myself. But I can’t stop wanting more. Please… tell me what to do next.

She hit send.

Then she slid to the floor, legs spread, fingers already back between her thighs—rubbing frantically to the memory of Riley’s mouth full of Nick’s cock, the wrongness of it all pushing her toward another shattering edge.

Waiting for Master’s reply.

Waiting to be told how much deeper she could fall.