She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

For one frozen moment, nobody moved.

Four people caught in a tableau of absolute shock.

Sophia in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror.

Victoria still straddling Alex, frozen mid-movement.

Catherine still positioned over his face, body rigid.

Alex beneath them both, the only one who seemed...

Amused?

Then Victoria broke the silence.

"Sophia." Her voice was breathless, wrecked from pleasure, but surprisingly steady. "What are you doing here?"

Not horrified.

Not scrambling to cover herself.

Just... mildly surprised.

Maybe a little embarrassed at being caught mid-act.

Like Sophia had walked in on her changing clothes instead of fucking her ex-boyfriend while catheine rode his face.

Sophia's brain couldn't process it.

Couldn't understand how her mother could be so calm.

Then Alex moved.

Tilted his head to the side, just enough to speak around Catherine's thighs.

And smiled.

That same devastating smile that had once made Sophia's heart skip.

But now it was different.

Darker.

Knowing.

"Oh, hi Sophia," he said, voice casual, conversational. "Long time no see."

Like they'd run into each other at a coffee shop.

Like he wasn't currently inside her mother.

Like Catherine wasn't literally sitting on his face.

Sophia's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.

"Alex..." she finally managed. "You... how can you..."

But Catherine interrupted.

"Sophia, dear," she said, and her voice was that same warm, affectionate tone she'd always used with her niece. "I think we're a little busy right now..."

Mid-sentence, Alex's head moved back.

His tongue found Catherine again.

Slid inside her.

Deep.

Deliberate.

Catherine's words dissolved into a scream.

"...oh FUCK..."

Her hands flew to his hair, gripping, body arching.

"We'll talk later," she managed between gasps. "Or you can watch if you... oh God... if you want..."

And then she was moving again.

Grinding down against his mouth.

Riding his face with renewed desperation.

Like Sophia wasn't even there.

Like this was completely normal.

Victoria watched her for a moment, then looked back at Sophia with something almost like sympathy.

"Sweetie, you should probably..."

But she didn't finish either.

Because Alex's hips thrust upward suddenly, driving deeper into Victoria, and her words turned into a moan.

"Fuck... Alex..."

And just like that, she was riding him again too.

Both women moving.

Both chasing pleasure.

Completely ignoring Sophia standing in the doorway.

"STOP!" Sophia screamed. "Stop it! Stop this right now!"

Nobody stopped.

Victoria's pace increased, hands braced on Alex's chest.

Catherine ground down harder against his mouth, head thrown back.

Alex's hands gripped Victoria's hips, guiding her rhythm, while his tongue worked Catherine relentlessly.

All three of them lost in each other again.

Like Sophia had never interrupted.

Like she didn't matter.

"You... you disgusting..." Sophia's voice cracked. "How can you... how DARE you..."

Catherine glanced at her briefly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"Sophia, dear, either join us or leave. But if you're going to stand there, at least close your mouth. You look ridiculous."

The casual dismissal was somehow worse than anything else.

Worse than seeing them together.

Worse than recognizing Alex.

Worse than realizing her aunt had never planned to help her.

"You KNEW!" Sophia shrieked at Catherine. "You knew what I was coming to tell you! You knew about Mom and Alex and you... you..."

"Sophia, dear..." Catherine managed between moans. "Please wait in my office... oh fuck... Alex... right there..."

She gasped, grinding down harder.

"We'll talk about it later..."

The dismissal hit Sophia like a physical blow.

Wait in the office.

Like she was a client.

A business appointment. An inconvenience to be dealt with later.

Her aunt... her beloved Aunt Catherine who'd always put her first, who'd always made time for her, who'd always understood... was treating her like a stranger.

No.

Worse than a stranger.

Like she didn't matter at all.

"You're all..." Sophia's voice was shaking now, tears streaming down her face. "You're all fucking sick! This is... this is perverted and wrong and..."

"Is it?" Victoria gasped, still riding Alex. "Because it feels pretty right to me."

"To me too," Catherine added with a breathless laugh. "Very, very right."

Alex didn't speak.

Just kept fucking Victoria.

Kept eating Catherine.

Kept destroying Sophia's world with every thrust, every lick, every moan he drew from both women.

"I HATE YOU!" Sophia screamed. "I hate all of you! You're disgusting! You're... you're all disgusting..."

She couldn't find words.

Couldn't find anything beyond rage and humiliation and betrayal.

They were mocking her.

All of them.

Even her beloved Aunt Catherine, who was supposed to love her, protect her, take her side against the world.

Was laughing at her.

While riding the face of the man Sophia had decided she needed.

Just rage and tears and the horrible, inescapable image of her mother and aunt sharing Alex like she'd never existed.

Like she'd never mattered.

"You're all MONSTERS!" Sophia screamed one final time.

Then she turned.

And ran.

Stumbling down the hallway, vision blurred with tears, hearing their moans following her.

Hearing her mother's gasps.

Hearing her aunt's screams.

Hearing Alex's name being worshipped by both of them.

"Sophia, wait..." someone called behind her.

Amanda.

Standing in the hallway, tablet in hand, that same professional expression.

But now Sophia understood.

Amanda had known too.

Everyone had known.

Everyone had been in on it except her.

"Don't touch me!" Sophia shrieked, shoving past her.

Down the stairs.

Through the entrance hall.

Past the guard who very carefully looked away.

Sophia burst through the front door and ran to her car, fumbling with her keys, sobbing so hard she could barely see.

Sophia threw herself into her car and slammed the door, but her mind was still in that bedroom.

Seeing all three of them moving together, chasing release, utterly unbothered by her presence.

By her pain.

By her existence.

She'd come here to destroy her mother.

To reclaim Alex.

To get her beloved aunt's help in setting the world right.

Instead, she'd discovered that the world had never been what she thought.

That Alex had moved on so thoroughly he could smile at her while fucking them both.

Sophia started the car with shaking hands and drove away from her aunt's estate, sobbing and broken and finally, finally understanding that she'd lost everything...

***

Behind her, in the bedroom all three of them continuing what Sophia had interrupted, picking up the rhythm like she'd never been there at all.

"God," Victoria gasped, pace increasing. "That was..."

"Later," Catherine cut her off, grinding down against Alex's mouth. "Talk later."

Because right now, they had unfinished business.

And Sophia's dramatic exit had only made them more desperate.

More hungry.

More determined to finish what they'd started.

Alex's hands gripped Victoria's hips harder, pulling her down with each thrust.

His tongue worked Catherine relentlessly, making up for the brief pause.

Both women responded immediately.

"Fuck... yes..." Victoria's nails dug into his chest.

"Right there... oh God... right there..." Catherine's thighs trembled around his face.

They'd been close before Sophia interrupted.

So close.

And now, freed from her horrified stare, they chased that edge with renewed desperation.

Victoria leaned forward, changing the angle, and Alex hit something devastating inside her.

"Alex... fuck... I'm..."

"Me too," Catherine gasped. "Don't stop... please don't..."

Alex didn't stop.

He thrust up into Victoria harder, fingers finding Catherine's clit while his tongue worked inside her.

Both women screamed.

Their hands found each other again, gripping, anchoring, holding on as pleasure built to impossible levels.

"I'm going to—" Victoria's words dissolved into incoherent sounds.

"Yes—yes—oh God yes—" Catherine was right behind her.

And Alex, buried in Victoria's heat, his face covered in Catherine's taste, felt his own control finally shatter.

Victoria came first.

Screaming his name, body convulsing, clenching around him so hard he could barely move.

Wave after wave of pleasure destroying her completely.

Then Catherine.

Grinding down against his mouth one final time before her orgasm tore through her with devastating force.

Thighs trembling, back arching, hands gripping Victoria's so hard it almost hurt.

And Alex... trapped between them both, surrounded by their pleasure, overwhelmed by their heat... came with a groan that vibrated through Catherine's entire body.

Buried deep inside Victoria, his release explosive and perfect.

All three of them screaming together.

All three bodies shaking.

All three minds blank with satisfaction.

Perfect.

Synchronized.

Complete.

For a long moment, nobody moved.

Couldn't move.

Could barely breathe.

Just three people destroyed by mutual pleasure, tangled together in silk sheets and afternoon sunlight.

Then, slowly, carefully, they separated.

Victoria lifted herself off Alex with a whimper, collapsing beside him.

Catherine crawled off his face, settling on his other side.

Alex lay in the middle, chest heaving, completely spent.

Utterly satisfied.

Catherine moved first.

Propped herself up on one elbow and leaned over Alex, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Tasting herself on him.

"I hope you enjoyed that," she murmured, voice warm with affection and satisfaction.

Alex's laugh was breathless.

"Enjoyed might be an understatement."

Victoria shifted closer, her hand finding Alex's chest, feeling his heartbeat still racing beneath her palm.

She was quiet for a moment.

Then: "I hope you can forgive her."

Alex turned his head to look at her.

"She's..." Victoria paused, choosing her words carefully. "She's young. Entitled. She made terrible choices."

"And she deserved everything that just happened. The humiliation. The lesson. All of it."

Catherine traced patterns on Alex's chest, listening.

"But?" Alex prompted. "You know her previous apology was all a ruse. To manipulate her way back into your good graces."

Victoria was quiet for a moment.

"I know," she said softly. "She wasn't sorry for what she did to you. She was sorry she got caught. Sorry she faced consequences."

Her fingers traced absent patterns on Alex's chest.

"But she's still my daughter," Victoria said quietly.

She didn't finish the sentence.

Didn't need to.

Alex was quiet for a long moment.

Then he covered Victoria's hand with his own.

"Someday," he said. "Maybe. If she earns it."

It wasn't forgiveness.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But it was... possibility.

The chance that someday, if Sophia truly changed, truly understood, truly became someone different...

Maybe.

Victoria leaned down and kissed him.

Soft.

Grateful.

"Thank you."

Catherine smiled, watching them both.