#perlo

Well. Blake’s dick certainly seemed a lot bigger when it was mere inches from her face. Big, and firm, and thick… and even while she goggled at it, there was a little pulse that made it jump a fraction of an inch.

“H-hey, watch that thing!” she hissed. 

“My mistake,” she laughed softly as she turned to sit in Raven’s lap, facing away from her. “I’ve heard a lot of guys in here want to do it this way, so they don’t have to look at it the whole time. Makes them feel less… well, not that it matters, I promise. No one here is going to judge; just relax.”

God, now she had Blake sitting on her. Why did girls keep flinging themselves into her lap tonight? The warm weight was just as welcome as it had been before with Neon - moreso, now that whatever strange magic the booze and music were weaving had heightened her physical interest. She found her hands moving to rest on Blake’s fishnet-covered thighs. Just to make sure she didn’t fall over. 

Only for that reason. Really.

“Wow, this is… nice,” she breathed, shifting around on Raven’s thighs and making her grit her teeth - as if it would make her stop blushing so hard. At least it was dark in there and nobody could see that. “But I don’t feel you poking me yet. Performance anxiety?”

“What? No! God, get over yourself.”

“Oh, excuse me,” she snorted - but there was the tiniest edge to her voice. Raven respected that, since what she said had been insulting, even if she didn’t really mean to be. “You’re saying it’s my job to get you hard?”

“I’m pretty sure this being a strip club is what’s saying that.”

That time, Blake really laughed, even if it was harsher. “You’re a mean old man. That’s alright. You don’t have to be nice for me to make you moan. And I promise, I’m ready… for… for, um, anything.”

Kali's daughter's confidence clearly took a hit when she leaned back and felt the squish of breasts against her back. Raven froze in place, feeling mild shame - stupid as that was. She knew she was a woman already; it was Blake that had made assumptions.

“Something the matter, Shadow?”

“Nope,” she breathed, turning to look over her shoulder. She could see Blake’s wide golden eyes watching her as the disco lights played over them - mentally fitting together the scattered glimpses of her face until she had a better mental picture of what she looked like. “Oh wow.”

“What? Not ‘old man’ enough for you?”

“Way less old man than I expected, yes. But who said it was what I wanted?”

“Huh? You lost me.”

“I’m bi,” she explained with a shrug, rolling over to straddle her lap. “And you’re really… wow.”

“Spit it out,” she grunted. “I can take it.”

Blake rolled one shoulder and bit her lip for a moment as she moved closer. “Let’s just say… I’ve always had a thing for MILFs. Older men are okay; I can tolerate them, some of them are even attractive. But older women?” She let out a low purr, one Raven felt more than saw. “I promise, I’m not just teasing or laying it on thick; you really are my ideal. Hot women around twice my age can get it anytime.”

Raven had to fight down all of the awkward noises of flustered feelings. Which she was normally good at; she had learned long ago to hide her emotional state from everyone. Men, women, her own child… nobody really needed to know what she was feeling. Nobody cared, no matter how much they claimed they did. POTluck had been helping to undo some of that self-conditioning, to at least add some peepholes into the walls she had built around herself. But they remained in place. No one was getting close to her heart ever again; it had been broken enough.

Lips on her own lips made her reconsider. Just for a second, being kissed by the second woman of the night completely blasted past all her defenses and shot straight to her needy core - she was so alone. Being kissed again was like magic. She almost leaned into it, almost grabbed this lithe young dancer and showed her just how many things her tongue was capable of-

And abandoned that thought. She instead pushed her back by the shoulder and said, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What?”

“I didn’t say you could kiss me!” 

“Oh. You were looking at me… so I thought…” Blake sighed and looked down. “I’m very sorry, miss…?”

“Miss Nevermind,” she provided with a grunt. “Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. It might be your job, but you suck at it if you don’t even wait to make sure I’m ready for what you’re sellin’.”

Blake looked dejected for a second. Not that she crumpled completely; just that she shut down, staring down and off to the side instead of at Raven. Was she about to get mad at her? Or cry? Raven wasn’t sure which outcome would be worse. She had said the right thing, had voiced her feelings, but she also knew this girl didn’t deserve the way she had gotten her point across.

“Listen-”

Blake suddenly stood. With a muttered “Sorry”, she turned to head for the stage.

“Wait.” Catching her by the wrist, she pulled her back to her side, standing as well. “Hey… I was… I didn’t mean to be that harsh about it.”

“But you’re right. I suck at this, I don’t… know why…” She cleared her throat. “Um, Rosebud’s getting the refreshments; I can tag her in if you think she’ll suck less. Or maybe she’ll suck better, or whatever.”

Damn. Raven just had to hurt the feelings of a jaded little emo girl. That was the term, wasn’t it? Yang had used it once, she remembered. “Nah, I don’t… want… I’m not into any of you, alright? That’s not why I’m here.”

“Really?” Blake asked, with genuine surprise. She had half-turned back, so Raven could see her profile - and damn, that dick was still hard, even though she had hurt her feelings so thoroughly. “Then why are you here? In the back room of an exotic dance club, paying like, a thousand dollars to have us all to yourselves?” 

Double-damn! This could be really bad! “U-uh…” What could she say? There had to be something! “I’m here for my friends, not for me. They wanted to come, and I… I’m supporting… whatever.”

Blake glanced over at the other mothers. Yet again, she could practically cry with gratitude for the low blacklights and disco ball, making everything hard to see; from that distance, she couldn’t even recognise Kali and her daughter, much less the others further away. 

“Oh. Yeah, I guess… that makes sense. Um, if… do you want to… go somewhere and talk?”

So the two of them took up a spot on a bench along the wall Raven hadn’t noticed before; it almost completely blended in with the walls. While they weren’t talking, she could hear an occasional sound from the others, but the music mercifully drowned out details.

“So hi, I’m Shadow,” she began again, with the tiniest of sly smiles.

“Hi, Shadow, I’m Raven. Wow, we really sound like some kind of goddamn metal band.”

“Yeah,” the girl laughed softly, and Raven relaxed. Just a tiny bit. “Um… I really apologise for getting upset and trying to bounce. I tend to do that a lot.”

“Bounce what?”

“You know, leave?”

“Oh.” She took a breath and leaned her elbows against her knees. Her friends often accused her of adopting “masculine” poses or stances, and tried to use that to insist she was gay. It was hard to even disagree with them; she just had grown up having it drilled into her head that any kind of queerness was something to be ashamed of. A sickness. Just because she accepted Yang with open arms didn’t mean she wanted to be that way herself; it was more about treating her daughter with kindness to make up for her failure as a parent. “It’s cool. I was a bitch.”

“You were. But… I should have been trying to be smarter, working to get you into the mood… it’s supposed to be my job, right?”

“You tried. I mean, pretty hard, to be honest.”

Shaking her head, she drew one fishnetted leg up onto the bench, wrapping her arms around her shin. “Not like that. It was the wrong way to go about it, and I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah.” Just uncomfortable in a way she was growing less and less uncomfortable with. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. I tried to jump-start you instead of doing the work, like you said.”

“I forgive you, or whatever. Just… just don’t, anymore.” Why was she always so bad at feelings? “And you were working me pretty good, I promise. I’m just not an easy fuckin’ project.”

Blake smiled again. “Thanks. I’ve just been really worried I made the wrong choice.”

“Oh.” Thinking about how Blake wound up sitting on her instead of her own mother, she quickly said, “Y-you didn’t. I mean, we’re all bitches, pretty much.”

“Not that,” she laughed easily. “I meant with taking this gig. I like parts of it, but people… I’m not good with people. Especially strangers. I only came because Yang and I…”

The girl’s brow furrowed, and Raven felt her pulse leaping up into her throat. This was about to be something she might not be able to handle, but she had to know - whatever it was. “Yang?”

“Shit, didn’t mean to say that. Um… forget it.”

“You can tell me. I mean, we ain’t even wasting time; you already got paid, and I’m… fine with talking. Just bad at it.”

“I know how that goes,” she snorted. Then hesitated. Then… “My friend wanted to try this job, because the pay is so good. Right? And we both wanted to make more money to… maybe take care of bottom surgery.”

“Your ass looks great, honey. N-not that I was looking.”

With a wan smile, she said, “That’s not what I meant.” Then she reached down and flicked her arousal so that it bounced up and down. It was funny - but Raven’s libido had already been activated for the night, so she found herself gulping and trying not to think about it more than laughing. “This thing.”

“It’s… I mean, I’ve been around the block, and I can say yours beats out most of them.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know if that’s what I want.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking back up at her with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’m supposed to be saying that my dick is amazing, and you’ll think it’s amazing, and I love letting you play with it… the sales pitch.”

Raven let out a gruff laugh as she nodded, staring over at the other chairs for a moment. The alcohol was keeping the panic at bay, so even when she saw a flash of a wild blond mane she was able to just look away and pretend she hadn’t. “That’s fine. You don’t have to do that shit with me.”

“I’m kind of figuring that out,” she giggled, as subdued as the giggle was. Nothing like the very bubbly rollerblading tart she had played with before.

“So listen,” Raven sighed as she sat up a little more. “We don’t, uh… we don’t have to do anything else, if you wanted to head out. Unless it’s gonna get you in trouble to leave. Damn, I just wish there was a side door I could sneak out to get another drink, or have a smoke.”

“There is, but I’d have to take you through the back rooms, and… yeah, we’d probably get noticed. It’s a big no-no.” 

“Fair, totally fair.”

“I um, I could get you a drink though. What do you want?”

Perking up, she said, “Jack? No… Maker’s Mark.” They were already having the most insane night of her life; might as well request the good shit this time.

“Rocks?”

Trying not to think about Blake's 'rocks' - which she could see right now, nestled beneath that gloriously thick shaft - Raven grunted, “One cube. A triple, though. Or just fill the fucking glass, whatever.”

“You got it. Be right back.”

“I’ll be here.”

It took Blake a lot less time than she expected to come back with the drink. She looked a little more confident than when she left but also more relaxed; not putting on airs at all anymore. But she noticed something that couldn’t slip by without being mentioned.

“Here you go. Bucket o’ bourbon.”

“Thanks. Cheers.” Blake just smiled as she raised the glass and took a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh afterward. “So I gotta ask about something.”

“Go ahead. I mean, I might not answer, but you can ask whatever you want.”

“Huh. That part of the manual? One of the waitresses said pretty much the same thing…”

Blake’s smile was wry. “I mean, it’s there for our protection; guys come in here, throw money at dancers, and think they’re in love. Then they think they own us because they like us and want to wrangle information out of us that can tighten their nonexistent leash. I kind of get it, but it’s on them to not be stupid and treat us like real humans who have our own feelings and desires. We just have to do what we can to give them less they can use.”

“Right, right. That’s no way to live.”

“It’s really not.” She leaned back, even though her hands were fidgeting a little on the seat of the bench. “What’s your question?”

“After all that shit… how are you still rock fuckin’ hard?”

The laugh that came out of Blake was real, and full, and genuine. Raven found herself smiling; maybe it was because the girl had been so sullen before, and it was nice seeing her enjoy herself. Maybe she just liked her. Whatever.

“That’s our little secret. But you can probably guess; we just can’t confirm or explain.” 

Right. Of course it was drugs. For a wild moment, Raven had wondered if she was just so attractive to Blake that she couldn’t contain herself; how stupid that was. Even if she meant what she said about liking older women, anyone who owned a dick would have gone soft after a near-argument and going off to mix a drink - without chemicals to compensate, that is.

“Huh. That legal?”

“Is any of this legal?” She gestured around at the dimly lit room. “Like, you know what you agreed to; nobody knows you’re here so you won’t get in trouble. Same goes for us; we don’t want to go to jail any more than you do.”

“Sure, sure. I guess I just don’t get why… you need it.”

Now Blake looked a little more awkward. “Well, um… it’s… you see, hormones… I don’t think you really want to know about this.”

“Yeah, I do. Really.” Not just to satisfy her own curiosity, either. Part of POTluck was supposed to be understanding the world their daughters inhabited, so they could be a better support system for them. Raven was just dismal at it, but she wanted to do better if she could.

“Well, a couple reasons. More than anything, some girls like me can’t get it up when they’re on female hormones; it interferes with the natural arousal process. Most of us still can but it takes us being in just the right mood, or constant stimulation, or…” She shrugged. “A little outside help.”

“Ohhh… huh. Learn something new every day.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, man.” Then she sat upright. “I didn’t mean it like- I call the girls ‘man’, too. It wasn’t… damn, I really fucked up.”

Blake relaxed and said with a small smile, “It’s alright. I’ve been called worse.” But Raven hadn’t failed to notice the way her entire body language had changed - become tight, guarded. Reserved.

“No, it’s not alright,” she insisted, resting her hand on her shoulder. “You’re a beautiful girl and you deserve to feel like one, too.” 

“Thank you,” she told her a little more earnestly, patting her hand. “Anyway, uh… the other reason is this show specifically. There are some events where the girls are supposed to be hard, others we stay soft, and some where it doesn’t matter. Since we’re doing ‘Fresh Meat’, our boss wanted to show us off this way; leans into the ‘chicks with dicks’ angle of the club a little heavy, but I mean, that’s how we make money.”

Raven hummed in acknowledgement of hearing her, glancing down at the dick in question. If anything, it might have been even harder than before, but that could also have been a trick of her imagination. “Whatever works, I guess. It’s not… uncomfortable to walk around with…?”

“Of course it is,” Blake laughed. “But I’m starting to get used to it; we’ve tried this before. During, uh, during classes.”

“You have classes?!”

The girl walked her through what it was like backstage at Club Futopia for new talent. Apparently, they learned pole dancing and stage dancing, catwalking, sweet-talking, giggling, and hugging - all of which were done in very special ways to make the clients feel enticed but not necessarily entitled to more. Then, once they showed they were really committed - and wanted a little more of the action - they started learning kissing, fondling, handjobs, blowjobs, and the final step was anal training. Raven didn’t want to think too much about that one.

“So you and your, uh, friend you signed up with. You practiced beejays?”

Now Blake was blushing hard, even though she could barely tell in the lighting; it was mostly her body language again, how she fidgeted, fiddling with her fishnets… how her cock twitched hard enough to be noticeable. “Yeah. I mean, we had to learn how, and it’s way smarter than trying it on clients and being terrible.”

“Explains when you tried the dick pills before.” Blake nodded, and Raven took another long pull at her half-empty glass. Then she passed it to Blake. “Was it fun? I mean, you two…”

“Um, I can’t,” she whispered, pushing the glass away. “Working.”

“Who’m I gonna tell?”

After a brief hesitation, a few glances between Raven’s face and the glass, she took it and swallowed down a mouthful. Then she coughed. Raven rubbed her back until she was able to recover - trying to focus on helping her, not how soft her skin was.

“Sorry!” she wheezed.

“It’s fine,” Raven chuckled. “You didn’t have to have any, wasn’t trying to be pushy.”

“You weren’t.” She swallowed again, then sat back - trapping Raven’s arm behind her. Around her. “Mmm… I’m a little dizzy.”

“Relax, you’ll be fine.” 

“It was nice.” When Raven just tilted her head, she elaborated, “Me and Yang, I meant - not the booze. That was fine. I, uh… I know Yang doesn’t really… I don’t think she would want to be serious with me like that, and I don’t even know if I would want it, either. But she was great; I came so hard…”

How terrible it was that her pussy throbbed at that thought. Weirdly, she also felt a little proud that her girl was so good at giving head; like mother, like daughter. But all she said was, “That’s good. Might as well have fun if you have to do it anyway.”

“Exactly.”

“You alright?”

“Mm, lightheaded. Didn’t eat enough.”

“Oh?”

“They, um…” She blinked and shook her head out, turning to curl around Raven a little more - sending her heart jackhammering even harder now as that shaft was pushing into her thigh through her jeans, and ramping up the heat inside them. “They tell us not to eat for a while before we’re gonna do this. In case we get fucked.”

That made perfect sense, though Raven didn’t enjoy thinking about the reason. In fact, thinking was just about impossible with all that whisky in her, but she was doing her best to focus. “Got it. We really oughtta get you some food; I mean, I’m obviously not gonna use something I don’t have on you.”

“We will later,” she said with a lazy smile, cuddling her. Cuddling. Again with this; she felt like the victim of some kind of sexual prank.

“I wouldn’t have given you a sip if I knew. I mean, between an empty stomach, and all the blood rushing to this thing…”

They both froze when her hand came to rest on the soft skin of Blake’s shaft. It was warm, smooth, and as firm as any she had ever felt. The girl’s fingers curled around the lapel of her leather jacket. 

“Sorry,” Raven whispered.

“It’s fine. I really…” Blake hesitated, then licked her lips and clearly was forcing herself to continue, “I want it. I told you before, I have a few types, but… badass women your age are right at the top.” 

“I thought that was part of your sales pitch.” Blake shook her head, and she had to swallow down her whimper of distress. “Wow… you’d really wanna fuck some old woman?”

“I’d want whatever you want, Raven.” She had even remembered her name. She leaned up to kiss her - and stopped herself. “Oh. I…”

That distressed look in her eyes was enough to make Raven turn and mash their lips together, immediately swiping her tongue over her bottom lip. She had to prove that Blake wasn’t making a mistake this time - that she wanted it, too. Even though her brain was screaming the question “WHY?!” at her the entire time. 

Her friend’s daughter fairly melted as soon as she felt her advances being accepted. She turned more to kiss as deeply as she was being kissed, grasping at her collar for leverage as her knee slid around Raven’s thigh and pressed into the bench between that and its mate. Very close to a core that was burning brighter with each advance, each tease they delivered to each other. She pressed a hand into Blake’s back and another into the back of her thigh to keep her steady as their tongues explored each other, feeling the strings of the fishnets cut into her fingertips.

The worst part was that it was amazing. Part of her had been hoping that kissing a girl - even one with equipment she had experience with - would be terrible, so she could get it out of her system. Forget about Neon, forget about Blake, and embrace being a testy old single woman for the rest of her life. That was not in the cards. Try as she might to dislike this, she knew by now that she wanted more.

Eventually, when she felt Blake’s hips starting to shift impatiently, her hands switched their positions. The one on her thigh moved to her ass, gripping firmly - and prompting a fresh squeal. The other moved down to curl around that smooth, thick implement, letting her thrust into it freely.

“Oooh,” Blake finally breathed when their kiss broke. “You… wow, but… I could use this… on you instead…”

“You could,” she hummed, very tempted by the idea. But she knew it wasn’t right - for more than one reason. “But I got this feeling you haven’t practiced on a pussy yet.”

“Not yet… but you could be my first.”

Throb. Both from the cock between her fingers, and from her own dripping wet need; she loved the sound of that more than she could say. “You’d really…?”

“Absolutely. I think I’d be lucky if you were. Do you want me in there? Would that be alright, even though I don’t really know what I’m doing?”

Yes. A thousand times, yes. But she made herself say, “No, I… don’t think we should.”

“You sure?”

“Mmm, your first time should be somebody more special than me, Shadow,” she breathed against her neck, raking her teeth along the skin - leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. “I’m just a drunk old bitch who ought to make better life choices. But I could jerk you off, just like this. Or… I could make you cum hard again, the same way you did last time.” 

“You’d blow me?” Blake asked, panting and distracted. In heat, Raven couldn’t help thinking. 

“Yeah, you bet. Wouldn’t be my first time.” 

“Hmm…” She was still thrusting; couldn’t seem to stop. “Nnhh, well, what if we… both do it? I still need to make you a satisfied customer.”

Raven smirked. Unable to believe the words coming out of her own mouth, she said, “Sixty-nine it is. Not that you really have to, I swear.”

“Are you kidding?” And Blake’s smile was as lascivious as many adults had worn in her life when hitting on her. This girl was beyond her years. “I’ve been waiting forever to bury my face in MILF-snatch.”

Raven’s laugh was bawdy and harsh. Blake didn’t seem to mind at all; in fact, she was grinning, thrusting a little harder. Then she was stepping back, standing over Raven. The older woman gave her needy cock a quick little peck before Blake was gently moving her shoulders to the side, laying her back on the bench. And she let her. She felt insane, and very drunk, but she fought the instinct to resist and just allowed herself to be moved into position.

“Let me take care of these,” Blake said as she started to unzip her jeans. Before she could finish, her thigh was being dragged over. “AH! R-Raven!” 

She had forcibly pulled the girl down on top of her, swallowing her meat like she did it every day. She had, once upon a time; she had a husband once, other boyfriends. Ones with whom she had wild, passionate, near-abusive wrestling-sex that had resulted in broken mirrors and bedframes. Foreplay was fun, but her brand was not gentle. 

But she had never done this and heard such cute little whimpers before. For now, Blake’s thighs and hips were squirming all over the place; she knew it was a matter of time before she adapted. Taking advantage, she bobbed her head, wanting more and more. How did she miss this as much as she did? Honestly, she had thought she wasn’t that type of woman who wanted to be used by a man - and she wasn’t. She had always taken control, given them a blow on her own terms. No less than she was doing now.

Blake’s hands became desperate as she struggled to push those jeans off, or at least down enough to get access. Had she washed today? Yes. How thoroughly? Raven tried to put that out of her mind; there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it now, even if she was musty as hell - not that she was. At least, probably not. 

The groaning and enthusiastic “Oh GOD yes” seemed to suggest Blake liked whatever she smelled, so it was a moot point. Then the girl was diving down and leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her. Which she handled fine. She didn’t handle it quite as well when Blake paused to speak again.

“You’re so wet. Must really… have needed…!”

God, she felt like an old idiot. Was she some schoolgirl, getting sloppy, dripping wet from the mere prospect of sex? She moved her own mouth faster, taking Blake into her throat over and over in an attempt to escape thinking about how ashamed she was of her needs, and how obvious they were to the little girl on top of her.

There was no escaping it when Blake really started in on her in earnest. Her thighs fell open for the tongue sliding up and down along her folds, prodding her clit occasionally - causing her entire body to come alive as she gripped the girl’s ass cheeks and practically rammed her into her own throat. She only had to do that for a moment before Blake seemed to take over by instinct, thrusting into her mouth as she devoured her pussy with mounting hunger. Not once in her entire life had she experienced a sixty-nine that legitimately felt this perfectly nasty, this hot.

And it wasn’t going to last much longer. She could tell both of them were almost there; Raven had been turned on from hanging out with the attentive Neon, and Blake had been hard for at least thirty minutes solid by now. Plus she was fucking her throat - full-out ramming into it, and Raven found it was somewhat of a struggle to stay relaxed enough that she didn’t gag. She was just so thick . Not that she didn’t love every inch of that cock; she only wished she could get it deeper.

While her aching clit was being teased over and over by a quickly-learning tongue, prompting more and more whimpers and her own hips twitching from side to side, something came back to her. She wasn’t even sure why… maybe it was because she had opened her eyes, and above that soft sack resting against her face over and over, she could see two plump cheeks bouncing up and down in the semi-darkness. Blake’s ass training. She had apparently been fucked there before… did she like that? Did it do something for her?

Curiosity overtook her hesitance. One hand inched further inward until she could prod a finger between those inviting cheeks, just to see what would happen.

“NNHH!”

“MMHHHGH!” 

Honestly, Raven wasn’t sure which of them had made what noise. Blake had cried out from being teased somewhere she clearly had not expected - and Raven from the very sudden influx of cream into her raw-fucked throat. For the first time in a few minutes, the shame came back, but it didn’t last long; she had always seen swallowing a man’s cum as a sign of her mastery. Not something that said she was a whore, or any other loaded terms men used to put women in their place; it was just proof she knew her way around a cock. She had snared one and brought it low with pure skill, gulped down mouthful after mouthful of seed as thick as the shaft that had produced it, and done it all with a smile. Why should she be ashamed of that?

She came right then, while riding the high of getting Blake off - with the pulsing phallus still resting comfortably inside her throat. Her thighs tightened around Blake’s head and she heard the girl squeak, but she went right back to work eagerly, making sure she rode out the finish instead of leaving her out to dry. At least she was far better than any man in that respect.

When they had finally relaxed a little, taken a breath for a minute, maybe more, Blake finally turned her head to one side. “What… what did you… your finger…?”

Raven chuckled - and the girl groaned, since it was still all around her extra-sensitive dick. With another hum, she slowly pushed Blake’s hips up and let the presence slide from her lips, giving it a little kiss at the tip. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah. Mmm… oh God, it was more than I ever… wow.”

Kissing her thigh, she then said, “I don’t know why I did that. With my finger.”

“Yeah, well, I’m going to have to remember it. Yang and I didn’t try that one. Well… not on each other.”

Good. Somehow, she felt a little better that she hadn’t done the exact same things as her daughter; made things less gross, in her mind, even if not by much. “Like I said, learn somethin’ every day, right?’

“Right. I’m learning a lot. ” Recovering a tiny bit, she got off the bench, wobbled, and turned so she could lay back down on top of her - rightside up. Raven felt her recently-lowered pulse increasing a little again as the trim figure of the girl curled around her, the well-coated, half-hard cock grazing over her pubic hair. “Mmm, that felt nice…”

“What, my pubes?” Blake nodded sleepily. “Mmm, well… glad you could get somethin’ out of it. I just didn’t think I had any reason to clean house when I got up this morning.”

Chuckling a little, she snuggled in harder. “Didn’t think you’d get a trans girl to eat you out? Wow, unprepared.” They both chuckled for a moment as Blake caressed over her chest, fingertips playing over each ridge in the leather. “Honestly, me either. I just… am really, really happy about it.”

“Guess the feeling’s mutual. You did great, kid; I mean that. Blew my mind, and that’s not easy to do at my age.”

“Yeah?” The earnest joy in her features, that huge smile, made it impossible for Raven not to kiss her again. It was tempting to try to get her going a second time, to go further… but they shouldn’t. Even if they could, physically, she knew it was smarter to just enjoy the moment. “Mm… you’re so sweet. Thanks for coming tonight, Miss Nevermind… even if it was just for your friends.” 

“I tagged along for them. I came for you, little Shadow - pretty much just you this year. It was damn good. I’ll rate this place five stars, for sure.”