His thumb found her clit.

It pressed down.

Her legs shot wider without her permission, both heels digging into the mattress, hips rolling up to meet the thumb while her mind screamed at her hips to stop, to stay still, to not make this worse.

Her hips did not listen.

Vivienne’s breathing shifted.

Still slow. But different slow. The slight irregularity of a body that was closer to the surface now, processing the warmth and weight and motion in the bed around it.

Her brow moved.

Just once.

Jenny stared at her mother’s face and watched every millimeter of that movement and felt the orgasm that had been building since the moment his cock hit her cervix beginning to clench upward from her core regardless of everything she wanted.

’No.’ ’Not now.’ ’She is right there.’ ’She will ’see’ me—’

PAH!

His hips snapped once. Hard. Testing.

"MMMMPH~!! HNNNGH~!!"

She bit the fabric so hard her jaw ached.

Vivienne’s fingers curled into the sheet.

Tighter this time.

And didn’t release.

Jenny’s eyes were wide enough that the corners ached.

’She is already awake.’ ’Her fingers have stopped moving and her breathing is too controlled and she is pretending and she ’knows’.’

’She knows and she is lying there pretending she doesn’t know and I am—’

His lips pressed once against her jaw.

Slow. Unhurried.

"There she is," he murmured. Into her skin. Just for her.

His thumb rolled across her clit in a hard, deliberate circle.

His cock drove home to the base.

And Jenny’s eyes rolled back.

The orgasm broke through every effort she had made to hold it, clenching outward from her core in pulsing, uncontrollable waves, her thighs snapping shut around his hand, her hips grinding up against him despite everything, the muffled sounds coming through the fabric gag in a broken, continuous stream that she could not stop.

"Mmmph~!! Nngh~!! Hnnn~!! ’Mmmph’~!!"

Vivienne’s chest rose.

Held for a second longer than sleep requires.

Released.

Her face stayed still.

Her fingers stayed curled.

Jenny lay beneath him, thighs shaking, eyes wet, cervix aching from his cock still seated fully inside her, watching her mother’s closed face three inches away.

’She is already awake.’

’She has been awake this whole time.’

’And she is saying nothing.’

The bed shook.

Not subtly. The whole frame, the headboard knocking once against the wall as his hips drove forward, and Jenny’s muffled cry pushed through the fabric in her mouth in a thin, broken stream she couldn’t hold back.

"Mmmph~!! Nngh~!!"

PAH! PAH!

The mattress moved under all three of them with every thrust.

Vivienne’s eyes opened.

Clean. Fully. No pretending this time.

She turned her head sideways on the pillow and looked directly at her daughter.

Jenny saw it happen.

Saw the lashes lift. Saw the dark eyes find her face. Saw her mother register everything at once — the gag, the pinned wrists, the shaking of the bed, the source of it.

Jenny’s face crumpled.

Her eyes went wet immediately, not from the fucking, from the look on her mother’s face, and she shook her head side to side in short, desperate little movements.

*Stop. Don’t look. Please don’t look at me like that.*

She tried to say it through the gag.

"Mmph—mmm—mmmph—"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Mmmph~!! HNGH~!! Nnn~!!"

His hips didn’t pause for her mother’s waking.

His thumb found her clit again and pressed, and Jenny’s hips rolled up against it on pure reflex while her eyes stayed locked on her mother’s face with an expression that was somewhere between mortification and an apology she had no words for.

*Mother. Don’t.*

*Just don’t.*

She tried to push him off.

Her pinned wrists twisted against his grip and got nowhere. She kicked her left heel against the mattress, trying to shift her hips sideways.

His two fingers came out of nowhere.

They pushed past the gag at the corner of her mouth and hooked inside her cheek, pressing down on her tongue, holding her jaw open from the inside like a bit, two warm fingers curved against the soft inner flesh of her cheek.

She couldn’t bite down.

Couldn’t turn her head.

He held her face in place with just those two fingers.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"MMMPH~!! HIIEEK~!!" *muffled* "HNNNGH~!!"

Her body shook with each impact, the wet flesh slap loud in the quiet bedroom, her bare breasts bouncing upward with each thrust and falling, nipples hard in the cool air, and she felt tears slide sideways off her temples into her hair while her hips kept moving against his whether she wanted them to or not.

Her mother was watching.

Her mother was watching all of it.

Vivienne sat up slowly.

Her expression wasn’t the composed, wine-glass expression from the living room. It wasn’t the wrecked, squirting mess from the garden either.

It was something between the two, her face unguarded in the dark, her newly-ringed chest bare, her hair loose, watching her own daughter get pounded into the mattress beside her with the cock she had spent half an hour failing to make cum.

She opened her mouth.

"Stop—"

His hand left Jenny’s wrists.

It moved sideways without looking, without breaking rhythm, and grabbed Vivienne’s right breast.

Full grip. Fingers sinking in.

Her mouth snapped shut.

Her whole body went rigid.

He looked at her for the first time since her eyes had opened.

"You’re sitting there watching your daughter get fucked by her boyfriend," he said.

Quiet. Even. The same voice he used for everything.

"And you’re enjoying it."

PAH! PAH!

"MMMPH~!! NGH~!!"

"Soon you’ll be joining us."

The silence that followed that sentence was a specific kind.

Jenny stopped trying to push him off.

Her head turned sideways toward her mother, gag still filling her mouth, eyes wide and streaming, and for a moment both women just looked at each other.

The bed still shaking between them.

Vivienne’s jaw tightened.

"What are you saying." Her voice came out lower than intended, the words aimed at him but landing in the space between all three of them. "You bitch. What are you ’saying’."

Jenny choked on something through the gag.

Her eyes widened.

"Mmmph—" Her head shook side to side. "Mm-mm. Mmph."

*Mother. Don’t call him that.*

*Mother. Do ’not’ call him that.*

"Mother." Jenny spat the gag out with a hard twist of her jaw, the fabric falling to her collarbone wet. "Don’t—don’t look—"

She grabbed her own face with both hands, palms flat over her eyes and cheeks, blocking her own view of Vivienne, as though if she couldn’t see her mother then her mother couldn’t see her.

"Just don’t look, please, just—"

PAH!

"AAHH~!! Just—Hngh~!!"

Vivienne was shaking.

Not from fear. Something more complicated than fear, something she felt in her chest and her inner thighs simultaneously and refused to name.

The sound of skin on skin in the dark bedroom was too loud.

Jenny’s broken, half-covered moans were too specific, too real, the exact sounds a body makes when it is being taken apart at the same moment it is held together.

Vivienne felt her own cunt clench once.

She pressed her thighs together under the sheet.

He pulled Vivienne by her breast.

Not a gentle pull. A direction. Her body followed it because the alternative was worse, rising from the sheet, pulled up onto her knees, and then his arm came around her back and flattened her against his chest from behind.

His mouth found hers.

Vivienne tried to say *what are you doing with her, stop, this is ’vulgar’* and got two words out before his mouth covered hers completely, his tongue pressing in past her teeth, his arm locking her to him so her ringed breasts flattened against his chest and her back was against his body while his cock was still inside her daughter beneath them.

"Mmmph—!!"

The protest went nowhere.

Jenny uncovered her face.

She looked up.

She looked directly at her mother being kissed above her while the cock inside her kept moving, the hips behind her mother rolling into her in long, deliberate strokes that made her body respond against everything she felt about the situation.

"No—" Jenny’s voice cracked. "Not—not in front of her—not while she’s—’Cruxius’—"

PAH! PAH!

"Aahhh~!! Oungh~!! ’Please’—not like this—"

Vivienne’s sounds were coming through the kiss now.

Muffled. Involuntary. Her body had stopped getting her permission for most things in the last several hours and it wasn’t starting again now, her hips pressing back against him, her ringed nipples dragging against the hard plane of his chest with every movement.