Chapter 180: Sex with mother and daughter

The floorboard outside the bedroom door creaked again, softer this time, then went still. Cherry did not hear it. Her face stayed pressed into the mattress, mouth open, every slow thrust pulling a wet sound from her throat. Linda’s head had turned toward the door. Her fingers had stopped moving between her legs. She watched the handle, chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

I kept the same pace inside Cherry, one hand still fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to hold her in place. The sensitivity link made her walls flutter around me with every drag. She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs kept trying to clamp and then failed. I did not speed up. Outside, the hallway stayed quiet for three long breaths.

The handle did not move again. The footsteps retreated, light and careful, moving back toward the stairs and then fading. Linda’s shoulders loosened. She looked at me, eyes wide, but she did not speak. Cherry still had not noticed. Her hips kept trying to push back against the hand that held her still.

I pulled out. The sudden emptiness made Cherry gasp and drop fully onto the bed, ass still raised, slick and open. A thin strand of wetness stretched and broke between us. She turned her head, confused, breathing hard.

"Stay," I said.

I crossed the room, checked the lock, and stood there for a moment listening. Nothing. The house was quiet again. I turned back to the bed.

Linda had not moved her hand from between her thighs. Cherry had rolled onto her side, one knee drawn up, watching me. Her silver panties were still on the floor near the door where she had dropped them earlier. The towel Linda had worn lay crumpled beside them.

I walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. Cherry pushed herself up on her elbows. Her hair was stuck to her cheek with sweat. She looked at my cock, still hard and wet from her, then at her mother.

"Both of you," I said. "Here."

Linda crawled closer first. Cherry followed, slower, her thighs still trembling. They ended up kneeling on the mattress in front of me, side by side, shoulders almost touching. Linda’s towel had fallen open completely. Cherry was naked. The air in the room smelled of sex and the faint clean scent of the soap they had used earlier.

I reached out and guided Linda’s hand to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it without hesitation, stroking once, slow, spreading the wetness that was already there. Cherry watched the motion, then leaned in when I nodded. Her tongue touched the head first, soft and careful, licking a stripe up the underside before she closed her mouth around it. Linda kept stroking the base. Their hands brushed. Neither of them pulled away.

Cherry took more. Her throat worked. She gagged once, quiet, then adjusted and sank lower. Saliva coated her lips and ran down onto Linda’s fingers. Linda used it, spreading the slick along the shaft while her daughter’s mouth moved. I rested a hand on Cherry’s head, not forcing, just guiding the rhythm. The sensitivity link pulsed through both of them. Every time Cherry’s tongue dragged, Linda’s breathing changed. Her free hand had returned between her own legs. She was circling her clit in time with the strokes she gave me.

I let them work for a while. The only sounds were the wet slide of Cherry’s mouth, the soft stroke of Linda’s hand, and their breathing. Outside the locked door the house stayed quiet. No more footsteps. No voices.

When Cherry pulled off to breathe, a string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head. She wiped it with her thumb and looked up. Her eyes were glassy. Linda leaned in without being told and licked the same spot, cleaning what her daughter had left. Their tongues touched for a second. Cherry made a small sound. Linda’s fingers tightened around me.

"On your back," I told Linda.

She lay down immediately, legs parting. Cherry stayed on her knees between them. I moved behind Cherry again, one hand on her lower back, and pushed back inside her in one smooth thrust. She moaned into her mother’s thigh. Linda reached down and threaded her fingers through Cherry’s hair, holding her there while I fucked her. Every thrust rocked Cherry forward. Her mouth brushed Linda’s inner thigh, then higher. Linda’s hips lifted on their own.

I reached around Cherry and found Linda’s clit. Two fingers rubbed in slow circles while I kept the same deep pace in her daughter. Linda’s free hand covered her mouth. Her thighs shook. The sensitivity link made the touch sharper than it should have been. She was already close from watching. Cherry was closer. Her walls kept clenching, trying to pull me deeper.

"Don’t cum yet," I said.

Cherry whimpered. Her fingers dug into the sheets. I slowed just enough to keep her on the edge and kept rubbing Linda. The wet sound of my fingers on her mixed with the sound of me moving inside Cherry. Linda’s eyes stayed on her daughter’s face. Cherry’s mouth had gone slack. Drool ran from the corner of her lips onto Linda’s skin.

I pulled out of Cherry again and pushed her forward until her face was between Linda’s legs. She understood. Her tongue slid through her mother’s folds without hesitation. Linda’s back arched off the mattress. I lined up with Cherry once more and drove in harder this time. The force pushed her mouth deeper against Linda. Both of them made broken sounds. I kept one hand on Cherry’s hip and the other working Linda’s clit in steady circles.

Cherry’s whole body started to lock. A muffled cry left her against Linda’s cunt. At the same moment Linda’s hips jerked. She came with a sharp, choked sound, thighs shaking around her daughter’s head, fluid soaking Cherry’s mouth and chin. I stayed buried inside Cherry while she shook through it, short thrusts emptying into her as her walls milked every pulse. Cum and slick leaked around me and ran down her thigh onto the sheets.

I pulled out slowly. Cherry stayed where she was, face still between Linda’s legs, breathing hard, cum dripping from her. Linda’s hand had gone still in her hair. Both of them were trembling.

I sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at them. The sensitivity link was still active. It would keep feeding them whether I touched them again or not. Linda’s eyes were half closed. Cherry’s tongue moved once more, slow and dazed, cleaning what was left on her mother before she finally lifted her head. Her chin and mouth were wet. She looked at me, waiting.

"Clean each other," I said. "Then stay like that until I come back."

Linda nodded. Cherry leaned in again without speaking. I stood, pulled my pants back on, and walked to the door. I unlocked it, stepped into the hallway, and closed it behind me. The house was still quiet. No one was on the stairs. I headed toward the guest room at the far end of the hall, then stopped halfway when I heard the soft sound of the bedroom door opening again behind me.

Cherry stood in the doorway, naked, one hand braced on the frame. Linda was still on the bed behind her. Cherry’s thighs were slick. She looked at me, then past me down the hallway, and her voice came out small.

"Master," she said. "There’s someone downstairs."

Cherry stood naked in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame, thighs still slick from earlier. Behind her Linda remained on the bed, legs parted, watching. I stopped halfway down the hallway and turned.

"Who?" I asked.

Cherry’s voice stayed small. "I don’t know. I heard the front door. Then footsteps. They’re still down there."

I walked back to her. She stepped aside without being told. Linda had already sat up, pulling the edge of the sheet over her lap. Neither of them moved to cover themselves further. I crossed the room, picked up my shirt from the floor, and pulled it on without buttoning it.

"Stay here," I said. "Both of you. Don’t come out until I call."

Linda nodded. Cherry’s fingers tightened on the doorframe, then she stepped fully inside and closed the door behind her. I heard the lock click a second later.

I moved down the stairs without rushing. The house was quiet again. No voices. The front door stood open a few inches, the night air drifting in. A single pair of shoes sat just inside the threshold, wet from the street. They were not mine. They were not Linda’s or Cherry’s.

I stopped at the bottom step and listened. Soft movement came from the living room. Fabric shifting. A low breath. I walked the rest of the way and stepped into the doorway.

A woman sat on the couch. She looked up when she heard me. Dark hair pulled back, coat still on, hands resting on her knees. She was not Angelica. She was younger, maybe early twenties, and her eyes widened the moment she saw me. Recognition flashed across her face, then something closer to fear.

"I—" she started, then stopped. Her gaze dropped to my open shirt, then lower, before she forced it back up. "The door was unlocked. I thought... Linda said I could come by if I needed somewhere to stay tonight."

I stayed where I was. She shifted on the cushion. The coat parted slightly at her throat. Underneath she wore a thin top, no bra. Her nipples were visible through the fabric. She noticed me looking and pulled the coat tighter, but her hands were unsteady.

"Linda’s upstairs," I said. "She didn’t mention anyone coming."

The woman swallowed. "She told me yesterday. Before you arrived. I can leave if—"

A floorboard creaked above us. Cherry, probably. The woman’s head snapped toward the stairs. Her breathing had gone shallow. She looked back at me, then at the open front door behind her, calculating the distance.

I took one step into the room. She did not stand.

"What’s your name?" I asked.

"Rin," she said. Her voice cracked on the single syllable. "Please. I won’t stay long. I just need a few hours. Linda said it would be fine."

Another sound from upstairs. This time the bedroom door opened. Light spilled down the stairwell. Rin turned fully toward it. Her coat had fallen open again. She did not fix it. Her eyes stayed on the stairs, waiting to see who would appear, while her hands stayed clenched on her knees and her thighs pressed together under the coat.