She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 340: The Preparation
Chapter 340: The Preparation
“I can do it too,” Jennifer said, her voice stronger than she felt. “You can have mine, Sir. My ass. Anything you want.”
Both Helena and Vivienne stared at her, shock written across their faces.
Helena regained her composure first. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips as she looked at Vivienne with playful intent.
She leaned forward over Alex’s shoulder, gesturing lazily toward the massive cock standing rigid between his legs.
“Are you sure about that, darling?” Helena asked, her tone playful but carrying a warning edge. “Take a good look at what you’re offering to take. If you want to reconsider, now would be the time.”
Jennifer’s eyes tracked downward.
The “Monster” stood proud and unyielding.
Her gaze traced the length of it… every thick inch, every prominent vein running along the shaft, the swollen head still glistening wet from where it had been buried inside her minutes ago.
’That.’
’In my… ’
Her ass clenched involuntarily, the muscles tightening as if her body was screaming at her to refuse.
’Oh god.’
Fear surged through her, cold and paralyzing.
She’d made a terrible mistake.
’There was no way she could actually… ’
But Helena was watching with that knowing smile. And her mother stood there, smug and confident, clearly thinking Jennifer would back down.
’These bitches.’
’I can’t give them the satisfaction.’
Jennifer swallowed hard and lifted her chin.
“I can do this much for my Master,” she said, her voice wavering slightly but determined.
“Even if it hurts.”
Vivienne’s head snapped toward her daughter.
“Are you for REAL?” she started, disbelief and something like concern flashing across her face. “You have no idea what you’re…”
“I like the idea.”
Alex’s voice cut through Vivienne’s objection, quiet but absolute. He stood, rising from the table edge with fluid grace. His shadow fell across both women as he looked down at them.
“Very much.”
Jennifer’s face lit up with triumph.
’He likes it.’
’I won.’
She turned to look at her mother, a satisfied smile spreading across her flushed face.
Vivienne stood frozen, mouth still open from her interrupted protest, shock and disbelief warring across her features.
Jennifer’s smile widened with contempt.
’Finally I beat you at something.’
Without waiting for permission, Jennifer moved back to the table. She bent forward over the polished surface, hands gripping the edge as she deliberately arched her back. Her ass raised high, hips swaying slightly in invitation.
Presenting herself.
Offering.
Her head turned, eyes finding her mother’s stunned face.
“Watch closely, Mother,” Jennifer said, her voice breathless but dripping with vicious satisfaction. “Maybe you’ll finally learn how to handle a real man.”
Vivienne’s face drained of color, then flushed crimson.
Helena shifted on the table behind her, sliding forward until she was positioned directly in front of Jennifer’s face.
She spread her thighs and gently guided Jennifer’s head down onto them, cradling it.
Jennifer looked up at her, confusion and fear in her eyes.
Helena’s hand stroked through Jennifer’s hair, a slow, rhythmic motion that felt almost maternal.
”Shhh,” Helena whispered, her voice a velvety mix of genuine comfort and devastating pity.
“You’re going to need this, darling. Stay still.”
The pity in Helena’s voice hit Jennifer harder than a slap. A small comfort before the storm.
Jennifer’s breath hitched, understanding settling in.
Behind them, Vivienne stood frozen, watching her daughter’s head cradled in Helena’s lap.
Watching the tender moment that preceded what was coming.
Alex moved into position behind Jennifer, his eyes tracking over the curve of her raised ass.
Small. Well-rounded. Tight.
Completely unprepared.
His hand rose and came down hard.
SMACK.
“Ahh!” Jennifer’s cry was muffled against Helena’s thighs, her entire body jerking forward from the impact.
Her ass rippled from the force, the pale skin already blooming pink.
Alex’s hand remained there, fingers spreading possessively across the marked flesh.
He turned his head toward Vivienne, his expression unreadable behind the mask.
“Do you have lubricant?” he asked, his tone deliberately casual. “Or should I take her dry?”
The question hung in the air… a choice between bad and worse.
Vivienne’s face went ashen.
Her mouth opened but no sound came out.
Vivienne’s mouth opened. Closed.
She stared at him, then at her daughter’s vulnerable form.
“I…” Her voice cracked. “Yes.”
Vivienne’s legs moved before her mind fully processed the command.
She turned toward the nearby sideboard, her hands trembling as she pulled open the top drawer.
The lubricant sat there, waiting.
As if it had been placed there deliberately.
As if this had been planned all along.
Her fingers closed around the bottle, the clear gel inside sloshing as she lifted it. She walked back toward Alex, each step feeling like she was moving through water.
She held it out to him, her hand shaking.
Alex didn’t take it.
He simply looked at her, then gestured toward his cock.
“Apply it.”
Vivienne’s breath caught.
Her eyes darted to Jennifer, bent over the table, head pillowed on Helena’s thighs.
Waiting.
Vivienne’s hand tightened on the bottle.
She knelt slowly, the marble cold against her knees.
Her fingers were unsteady as she flipped open the cap, squeezing a generous amount of lubricant into her palm.
The clear gel was cool, slick between her fingers.
She reached out, her hand hovering for just a moment before making contact.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
Still hard. Still impossible.
She began coating him, her movements mechanical, spreading the lubricant along every thick inch.
Making sure it was thoroughly covered.
Making sure her daughter wouldn’t be torn apart.
The irony wasn’t lost on her.
When she finished, she pulled her hand away, gel still glistening on her fingers.
“Done, Master,” she whispered, her voice hollow.
Alex looked down at her, then gestured toward Jennifer.
“Now her.”
Vivienne’s eyes widened.
’No.’
’He can’t be asking me to… ’
“Apply it to your daughter,” Alex said, his voice carrying quiet command. “Make sure she’s ready.”
Vivienne’s world tilted.
She looked at Jennifer’s raised ass, at her daughter bent and waiting, head cradled in another woman’s lap.
At the small, tight opening that was about to be destroyed.
Her hands were still slick with lubricant meant to ease that destruction.
And he was ordering her to prepare her own daughter for it.
