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it’s vic who starts it and continues it and pushes it and cassie could stop it at any moment but god it turns her on in a way she’ll never ever examine

vic calling her mom, whining it in bed, sometimes interspersed with long drawn out whines of mommy but sometimes just that- mom, mom please let me cum, m-mom deeper, harder, more

vic who tells a cashier when cassie is handing over her credit card that her mom always spoils her, who buys cassie a fucking mother’s day card, signs it love, your favorite daughter

vic who pouts and asks cassie when she’s feeling bratty, what are you gonna do, mom? put me in a time out and god she’s been pushing it all day, winding cassie up, digging and digging and digging, waiting to cassie to snap, bend me over your knee, maybe? but you’d probably like that too much wouldn’t you, pervert.

she’s grabbing vic by the wrist, tight enough she can feel all the bones in the dainty little thing, dragging her through her apartment towards the bedroom and pushing her onto the bed

grateful the pair of them had been lazing around today, as she shucks off the boxers she’d been wearing, leaves the white vest on, then she’s tugging vic to the foot of the bed, enough that her head just starts to dip over it

you’re soaked, vic says a little mean, taunting up to the last second, and cassie lowers her cunt onto vic’s mouth, who at the last moment has the instinct to stick out her tongue and cassie groans lowly

the steady roll of her hips as she smears her slick across vic’s face, uncaring whether the girl can actually find an angle to eat her out effectively, no this is about showing vic what happens when she runs her mouth

taught you better than this, good- fuck- good daughters know not to talk to their mom’s like you do, vic’s hands scrabbling up against cassie’s thighs, cassie yanks them down, presses them against the bed, leaning her weight further forward and fucking vic’s face properly now.

vic squirming beneath her, cassie relinquishes her grip on one of vic’s wrists in favor of rucking up vic’s sleep shirt, pinching harshly at her now exposed nipples, and vic is moaning against her cunt freely, cassie has worked out a rhythm now that lets her grind against vic’s outstretched tongue and chin. she’s been so fucking worked up all day that she really doesn’t think it’ll take much for her to cum

she can see vic’s hips canting up in little jerks looking for some contact, tsks in faux sympathy, poor baby, you could’ve cum too, if you’d been good, mom would’ve used your favorite strap, but you were so naughty, show me you know what your mouth is actually for and maybe i’ll reconsider

cassie cums hard a few minutes later, soaking vic’s face, drawing upright chest heaving as vic pants on the bed, you’re fucked up, using your own daughter to get you off

and cassie laughs because vic is a mess, face and chest covered in cassie, it’s even soaked into the collar of her shirt, and she’s still mouthy, insolent

decides there’s only one thing for it, climbs onto the bed herself and flips vic onto her stomach, shimmying her panties down just enough to plunge two fingers inside her with no warning and sets off a punishing pace