Dick's grip tightened on Rebecca's waist, his other hand sliding between her legs, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panty. "You heard her, Samantha," he said, his voice sharp. "Get her there. Or maybe you want me to show you how it's done?"
Samantha whimpered, her hands clutching at her mother's thighs, her own breath ragged as she pressed her lips higher, kissing along Rebecca's soft skin. She could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her mother's body trembled under her touch. It made her sick, but she couldn't stop.
Rebecca's breath quickened, her hips moving against Dick's lap, desperate for release. "That's it, Sam," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "Just like that... , don't stop."
Dick's eyes gleamed as he watched Samantha's shame deepen with every moan that left Rebecca's lips. He leaned down, his breath hot against Rebecca's ear. "Come for me, Rebecca," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Show her how much you need it."
Rebecca let out a ragged cry, her body shaking as her release hit, her fingers digging into Samantha's hair. Samantha gasped, her hands trembling as she felt her mother convulse against her.
Rebecca arched against Dick, his fingers slick with Rebecca's juices. "How horny you are." He pressed his fingers to Samantha's lips, his voice dark and teasing. "Doesn't she taste like home?"
Samantha's breath hitched as her lips parted, instinctively taking his fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them. The taste of her own mother filled her senses, and for a moment, her shame made her want to recoil. But the humiliation only made her hotter. She sucked on his fingers, desperate to please him, desperate for some form of forgiveness.
Dick watched her with that same cruel smirk, his hand still gripping her hair as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth. "Good girl," he muttered. "See how easily you fall back into line?"
Samantha nodded weakly, her face flushed with arousal. She couldn't find the words, her body betraying her again as she felt the heat pooling between her legs.
Rebecca, still perched on his lap, leaned back against his chest, her breathing ragged as she recovered from her climax. She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Samantha with a strange blend of satisfaction and pity. "You always were so desperate for attention, Sam," she whispered, her voice soft but edged with bitterness. "Always wanting what's mine."
Samantha's eyes flicked up to her mother, a flicker of defiance crossing her face. "I—" she started, but Dick cut her off with a sharp tug of her hair, forcing her to look at him.
"Shut up," he ordered, his voice cold. "You don't get to speak unless I tell you to."
She bit her lip, her pride crumbling under his command. The fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a resigned submission. She nodded, her throat tight as she lowered her gaze again.
"That's better," Dick murmured, loosening his grip on her hair and brushing a thumb across her cheek. He turned his attention back to Rebecca, his hand sliding down her body, fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "Your daughter needs to learn her place. Maybe you should teach her."
Rebecca's breath caught, her body tensing slightly as she processed his words. Her eyes flickered to Samantha, who was still kneeling at their feet, her face flushed and waiting.
Dick chuckled as he freed his cock. "Baby steps," he muttered, deciding not to press further. His gaze turned to Samantha, a smirk creeping onto his lips. He angled his chin toward Rebecca, seated so pliantly on his lap. "Prepare my cock for your mother."
Samantha's breath hitched, the idea of sucking his cock again was a reward on its own. She knelt, her hands shaking slightly as they reached for him, her gaze darting nervously between her mother's flushed face and his cool, expectant stare. She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of his cock. Samantha's tongue darted out, tentative at first, licking him clean. Slowly, she took him into her mouth.
Rebecca's breath quickened, her body responding to her daughter's lappings, her hips shifting against Dick's hand. "Look at you," Dick murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers tangled in Samantha's hair, guiding her pace. "So desperate to prove yourself."
Samantha moaned around his cock, her throat tightening as she struggled to take more of him. Rebecca let out a soft, involuntary moan as she watched, her hand unconsciously slipping down between her legs, rubbing herself under her skirt. She could feel the heat building inside her.
"Is this turning you on, Rebecca?" Dick teased, his hand never stopping to pleasure her. "Watching your daughter work so hard to please me?"
Rebecca whimpered, her hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I can't help it."
Dick chuckled darkly, his grip tightening in Samantha's hair as he pulled her back, his cock slipping from her mouth with an audible pop. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his tone low and commanding. "Now sit back and watch while I take what's mine."
Samantha nodded weakly, her body trembling as she crawled back, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She wiped the spit from her chin, her eyes fixed on Dick as he pulled Rebecca into his lap, positioning her exactly how he wanted.
Rebecca's legs spread automatically, her body pliant, waiting for him. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt his cock press against her entrance, the anticipation sending a fresh wave of heat through her core.
Dick didn't hesitate. He thrust into her, hard and fast, making her cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
Rebecca moaned, her body arching against his, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Samantha sat there, watching in helpless fascination, her fingers gripping the edge of the couch like she might fall into the floor beneath her if she let go.
Dick didn't stop. His pace was relentless, each thrust pulling a deeper, more guttural sound from Rebecca's lips. Her back bowed, muscles tense, sweat clinging to her skin as she gasped for breath.
Samantha, still on her knees, trembled with desire. She couldn't tear her eyes away. The way her mother was responding, the way Dick had complete control—it sent a dark thrill through her.
"Watch closely, Sam," Dick grunted, his voice thick with exertion. "This is how I will fuck you when you deserve a reward."
Rebecca moaned louder, her fingers clutching at Dick's arms, nails digging into his skin as her climax approached. "Yes... God, yes..." she gasped, her voice a high-pitched plea. The words came out broken, desperate.
Samantha swallowed hard, her throat tight. She hated how much this was turning her on. She could feel the heat between her legs, her body betraying her, but she didn't dare touch herself. Not while Dick's eyes could catch her any second.
Rebecca's cries reached a fever pitch, and with one final thrust, her body convulsed in Dick's arms. She came hard, her body trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. Her legs shook, barely able to hold her weight as she collapsed against him, panting and spent.
Dick didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He drove into her harder, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. "You're not done yet," he growled, his voice a low, commanding snarl. "Not until I say you are."
Rebecca moaned weakly, her body pliant, obedient, still trembling from the force of her release. She was his to use now, her resistance completely shattered.
Samantha bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping before she could stop it. She tried to hide it, to pretend she wasn't affected, but the way her body reacted—the slickness between her thighs, the ache—betrayed her.
Dick's gaze flicked toward her, his smirk widening as if he could sense her turmoil. "You're burning, aren't you whore?" His voice dripped with condescension. "The way you were begging earlier… desperate to feel me inside you, you are dying for me to tear your cunt."
Samantha's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Master, I can't wait, I can't wait for you to reward me with your divine cock." she stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her gaze darted between her mother, still writhing in pleasure, and Dick, whose cold eyes stayed locked on hers. Every inch of her body screamed for his touch.
Dick didn't even glance at her as he continued his unrelenting pace inside Rebecca. Her moans echoed through the room. The wet slap of skin filled the space, drowning out the sound of her shallow breathing.
"Not today," Dick growled, his voice low and taunting. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Rebecca's ear. "Today, your mother needs my loving."
Samantha's shoulders slumped, her body trembling with need, but she knew better than to argue. She knelt there, helpless, watching as her mother's body arched, completely at Dick's mercy. Every thrust drove Rebecca closer to the edge, her fingers digging into the couch as she tried to brace herself against the overwhelming pleasure.
Rebecca let out a strangled cry, her body convulsing around him as she came again, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Dick grunted, his grip on her waist tightening as he held her in place, making her ride out every wave of her orgasm.
Samantha whimpered, her hands curling into fists as she fought the urge to reach out, to touch herself, to find some release from the ache building inside her. But she knew she wouldn't be allowed. Not yet.
Dick finally slowed his pace, his hand slipping from Rebecca's waist, as he filled her needy cunt, to rest on her hip as he caught his breath. He glanced down at Samantha, smirking at the desperation etched on her face. "You'll get your turn, slut," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "When I decide you've earned it."
Rebecca, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, slowly slid off Dick, collapsing onto the couch beside him. She was spent, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Samantha's eyes flicked to her mother, envy burning deep inside her. How could Rebecca still want this? After everything? But as the thought crossed her mind, Samantha realized she was no different. She was just as desperate, just as needy.
Dick leaned back, his smirk never fading as he watched Samantha squirm on her knees. "Come here," he commanded.
Samantha scrambled forward, her hands trembling as she crawled to his feet. She knelt before him, her eyes wide, waiting for his next order.
"Clean her up," he said simply, his tone cold.
Samantha blinked, her heart racing as the words sank in. She hesitated for a split second, but the look in Dick's eyes left no room for defiance. She leaned down, her face flushing with shame as she pressed her lips to her mother's cunt, her tongue darting out to lick away the cum and juice.
Rebecca moaned softly, her body still sensitive, as Samantha's tongue traced over her, cleaning every inch. Samantha's hands shook, her mind a whirl of humiliation and desire, but she couldn't stop. Not until Dick told her she could.
Dick watched, his gaze cold and unyielding, as Samantha licked her mother clean. His hand rested lazily on Rebecca's thigh, fingers tracing small, idle circles as if this was all just a game to him.
When Samantha finally finished, she pulled back, her breath ragged, her face flushed with embarrassment. She dared a glance at Dick, hoping for some sign of approval, but his expression remained unchanged.
Dick smiled, his voice a soft, low growl. "Share it with your mother. Don't be selfish."
Samantha blinked, her face pale with confusion, but the command was clear. Without hesitation, she leaned closer to Rebecca, her breath catching in her throat.
Her lips trembled as she pressed them to her mother's, soft at first, hesitant. But as Rebecca returned the kiss, Samantha could taste the bitter blend of shame and desire still clinging to their mouths.
Rebecca's hands cupped her daughter's face, pulling her in deeper, tongues meeting in a twisted display of submission and need. Their breathing quickened, soft moans escaping between them as they kissed, lost in the strange, tangled mess that Dick had orchestrated.
Dick waved his hand dismissively, a cold edge to his voice. "Enough. Go clean the house." His attention shifted entirely to Rebecca, sprawled out beside him, flushed and trembling. "Remember, if Rebecca isn't happy," he added, leaning in with a predatory smirk, "you won't be rewarded."
Samantha flinched, her lips parting as if to speak, but she caught herself. She stood shakily, her hands trembled as she picked up the cleaning tools.
She shot one last glance toward Rebecca, who was now reclined against Dick's chest, her lips swollen and skin still glistening with sweat. Their eyes met for a brief moment, but there was nothing left to say.