Breaking the Tension
From the very moment the reprimand had passed and the source of its delivery had departed, the youthful heiress began to summon forth a veritable stream of discontent from her lips. She had tried to delay the inevitable as best she could, but her mother’s insistence had made the effort to follow her trail even into the privacy of her bedroom, demanding that she begin whatever personal preparations begin- and be done on time.
“Sure, just because it’s a group of women, that means I have to be there, too,” Diamond muttered, tearing off her band t-shirt and throwing it into the mess of bedsheets that she had refused to correct from the morning. “It won’t be anyone my age, but God forbid I don’t show. I don’t even like a single stinking one of them and yet I still have to come down and play nice for an entire freaking evening. Isn’t that great.”
Diamond Tiara had long found the many drudgeries of riches and social status to be more than she were willing to endure. The money was enjoyable to no end, yes, and her father’s name was certainly quite a help for getting what she wanted. But all the parties and events and useless nonsense she always was expected to attend was beyond excessive. Why couldn’t she just be a normal girl who could spend the weekend with her friends? She’d spent the whole week looking forward to drinks, late nights, and flirting with girls; now she was expected to be dressed up and imprisoned in the family mansion with a bunch of aged socialites that she could hardly stand. A gaggle of egotistical, catty, selfish, and wildly vapid women that spent more money on fighting back the inevitabilities of old age than their husbands would spend on anything else combined- far more than she had the capability to stand.
Diamond felt a small niggle of guilt worm its way into her stomach as she began to see herself dressed. How long had it been since she had been just like these very women she despised? Perhaps the disgust she possessed now should be more tempered by pity. But then again, she’d found them unbearable even when she’d been an insufferable brat, and she had seen herself out of that miserable hole even as a young girl- while they, aged fools they were, remained ever the same. Whatever pity they were given likely was to be mitigated by that.
A brush of makeup on her cheeks, a gentle stroke of eyeliner, finalized by a small batch of glittering balm upon her lips. When Diamond brought herself before her mirror to take in the fullness of her appearance, she was only able to release a sigh; absolutely, undeniably the most beautiful woman on earth, all for reason and people she didn’t want to be part of. A silvery cowl neck dress, held about her neck by a thin ribbon of fabric that widened as it plunged down across her chest to the scrunched skirt that covered only the top-most portion of her thighs, made all the more sensuous by the deepened plunge of fabric that exposed the interior of her well-endowed chest. It was what she’d been planning to wear tonight anyway, a change of occasion not enough to see her mind changed; she loved the look, and she would keep it.
Besides, she thought smugly, it’ll make Mom mad.
The sound of her heels clicking against the marble steps as Diamond descended from her abode must have been enough to alert her presence to the rest of the world below, in particular that of her mother. Just before she had put foot to floor there she was, Spoiled Rich appearing from out of the bedroom and striding towards her daughter with eyes that narrowed upon the sight of her. “That is not acceptable attire,” Spoiled said, voice blunt as a hammer. “You will go back upstairs and change.”
She was likely a bit biased but Diamond found the comment a bit rich, considering how much she knew of her mother’s own wild history. Spoiled had not exactly been the most subtle of creatures when it came to flirtation, the stories her father happily recalled every so often working as a good reminder of the fact. Even what she wore today was hardly any more subdued; a beautiful rose-pink dress with the silhouette of a mermaid, much of it backless with a low neckline. Considering how much effort Spoiled put into maintaining her appearance as well as enhancing it, the look was clearly meant to be enticing, with her amplified bust and curvaceous hips easily noticeable to anyone who would lay eyes on her. She was extraordinarily beautiful even as middle age tried to creep its feelers out and find her, her mother defying time and remaining something luscious. But it certainly was, by Diamond’s opinion, a dress meant to garner an obscene amount of sexual attention. And considering their incoming company…
“You told me to just get dressed,” Diamond replied, trying her best to keep her voice even. Her mother didn’t have the right to get her riled up so easily, especially when there would be an entire evening of her ilk to endure.
“I told you to wear something nice.”
“This is something nice. It cost $500.” Diamond was resolute; considering what she’d been forced to give up to make room for being an unwilling hostess, she’d at least have this.
“I meant respectable,” Spoiled countered. In no mood for backtalk when on a timeline, the sour woman’s tone was thin and ready to explode. “You will dress yourself properly and wear something that other people can see you in. I will not see you dressed like some desperate hooker.”
“It’s just your weekend meetup with your ‘friends,’ Mom,” Diamond replied. “This isn’t anything special, it’s just what you do every single Saturday of your life.”
Spoiled was trying her best, strangely enough, to keep herself poised. Though her anger was assuredly evident she somehow possessed the strength to keep it tempered. “It is maintaining connections with respectable company,” she said, each word coming slowly. “Your father makes the family money in his way, I help him make more in social circles. You are an heiress; that duty is going to be yours. So that means being something respectable-”
“And if I don’t want to?”
Spoiled’s nostrils flared. “Then you will be-”
“That’s a lot of skin you’re showing,” Diamond remarked, her voice so dangerously soft. “Makes you wonder what you’re dressing up for.”
Diamond felt a glimmer of satisfaction as she watched her mother struggle with the remark, trying to find a way to siphon out her fury and reach an explanation that would be somehow reasonable. But there wasn’t a chance for that, was there? Diamond had lived in this house long enough to know the answer full well, the question little more than a veiled threat that would speak volumes. If Spoiled wanted to give any sort of response, it would have to be a good one.
After a pregnant pause, Spoiled could only let her taut shoulders fall as she gave a huff. “You can wear your… dress,” she said, still angry even as she acquiesced. “But you will be a gracious hostess to our guests. Is that understood?”
“If they ask for a lapdance, I’m saying no.”
“I am demanding you behave tonight!” Spoiled seethed, frustration boiling over and offering no chance for additional patience. “These ladies sit on massive fortunes, keeping these kind of connections strong is what makes us rich- what pays for your wild lifestyle! You will not endanger that, do you understand me?”
“So let myself be used, is that what you’re saying?” Diamond demanded, her disgust at a new high. “Just be some sort of toy for a bunch of rich pieces of plastic, are you serious- is the fact I wouldn’t make you money the only reason you haven’t tried something with me?”
“How dare- these are proper women, perhaps you could learn a lesson from them-”
“Proper? Proper?” Diamond echoed. “Are you sure about that?” She wanted to drop the hammer now, see this fight through to the end. All it took was for her mother to continue on and say one more foolish thing, just enough to light the fuse and make the evening explode before anything else had even begun. Diamond longed for it, needed it; for too long she and her mother had been at odds, unable to see the score settled. If only…
Spoiled came close to her daughter, only a head taller yet doing her best to tower over the angry young woman in her own column of fury. “The duty I carry out tonight will someday be your own,” she said, words hot and bristling with barely restrained anger. “You will learn how to act accordingly, even if I must force you to understand the reasons why. You will be pleasant, you will be welcoming, and you will not fail in that. Am I understood?”
“Implicitly.” Diamond had tried her best to goad her mother, get a real reaction out of her at last and instead she was given no fruit for her labor. As she watched her mother trounce away to oversee whatever further preparations were required, the bitter taste of frustration mingled with that of defeat. She could have easily kept the argument going, really tried to sink her teeth in. But did she want to do so, really? As often as they found themselves at odds, this was still her mother. Diamond had seen Spoiled speaking with her own parents only a spare few times, and not one of them had been a pleasant sight. Is that the sort of cycle she wanted to renew in her own life?
Spoiled paused in her stride and stood at the threshold of the kitchen, giving a sigh and letting her magnificent head momentarily hang. “Our guests will be arriving at six,” she said flatly, turning back to her daughter. “You will be with me in the living room when they arrive. If you do not know how to act from there, then watch what I do; that will be lesson enough.”
“Sure.” And some lesson it would be, Diamond figured, knowing that her mother’s usual cold disposition would disappear and be replaced by a false sweetness that held more vinegar than honey in her eyes. Such is the life of an heiress, Diamond thought, and I hate it. Let me be like the girls and I’d be just fine.
With her mother out of sight, Diamond decided to allow herself a sneak peek of the evening to come. With a guestbook sitting on a small podium near the front door, the lovely young woman risked a glance on its unsigned pages to see what names were expected for the night. All it took was one moment of recognition for her heart to sink, the groan escaping through muffled lips as past memory burned bright behind her eyes. She knew these women well enough, and her mother even more so; now she would have to be in their presence all night, unable to escape from them until they’d at last departed.
“Miss Diamond? You know your mother doesn’t like you to page through the guestbook.” The calming sound of a familiar voice rang in her ear, Diamond glancing up to see their doorman, Barrister, walking up to her. Judging by the wrinkles still evident on his gloves, he had taken advantage of she and her mother’s dispute to ready himself a bit further in more private spaces. Though his words carried a warning, the elder man’s eyes remained softened by kindness, his more demure personality now something the young heiress admired.
“You’re not going to tell on me, are you?” Diamond asked, a small teasing glimmer in the midst of her unhappiness. He’d always been nice to her, even when she certainly hadn’t deserved it. It was the closest relationship she’d ever had to one with a grandfather.
“Of course not, ma’am. Just not wanting to see you caught out by Mrs. Rich so early in the evening,” Barrister answered. His gaze flickered down to the book and back; he knew full well who was set to arrive, their names more deeply imbedded in his memory than in her own. “You’re a grown woman now, Miss Diamond. You’ll be more than capable.”
“I’m sorry for tonight, Barrister,” Diamond said, knowing what was likely to transpire before them. “I’ll try to see if I can get you home early. I don’t want you having to drive home well after hours like last time.”
“You don’t worry about me, Miss Diamond. I’ve always managed.”
He certainly had, despite all the foolish pomp and frippery he’d seen come through the door over the decades. And not one word against a single one of them, not ever, Diamond mused. I wish I had his dignity.
From the very moment the doorbell rang to announce the first arrivals, Diamond felt the pit in her stomach take shape and only continue to grow in size throughout the night. She knew these women, knew what was to come- now she’d be forced to have a front-row seat to the whole disaster that would transpire. And even right from the start, there was no mercy to be found…
“Mrs. Upper Crust, madam,” Barrister announced, pulling back the door to let a tall, slender woman with lilac eyes stride into the warmly lit mansion, her beauteous form wrapped in a sparkling silver gown that fitted her shining coiffure.
“Spoiled! Darling, it’s been too long,” Upper Crust cried, stepping forth gingerly to greet her longtime friend in a tight embrace, the two women only pausing to offer kisses to awaiting cheeks as was their usual custom. “And what a marvelous dress you have on! Didn’t I see it on the catwalk in Miran just last month?”
“Indeed you did. Like I’d let such a thing go unclaimed without my say-so!” Spoiled replied, allowing herself a small twirl so as to let the fabric about her figure flaunt itself. “I had to positively beg Filthy to go and get it for me. We had to spend a whole weekend there before we could convince them to offer a fitting.”
“Well, it certainly fits you wonderfully. And here I thought I would steal the show tonight!” Upper Crust pouted.
“Goodness, don’t even say such things, you look ravishing!”
“Oh, you’re too kind!” The two women embraced once more, further presses of lip to cheek offered in gratitude.
Diamond, keeping herself somewhat in the shadows, struggled not to roll her eyes. The excess kindness, the flattering words, the smile on her lips that only heightened her gregarious nature… Spoiled was playing the role of the charming elite and laying it on with such thickness that not even syrup could hope to match. The contrast to how she dealt with her own daughter could not be starker. But keen eyes caught sight of other actions, more subtle and far less polite; grabs of flesh, caresses too tender, and a newly kindled flame lit within the depths of their eyes. It did not take a genius intellect to understand what else was going on here; she merely hated having to be a forced witness.
“And you’ve met my Diamond Tiara before, of course,” Spoiled said, the sound of her name startling the heiress out of her darkened mood, finding herself the subject of scrutiny by the two women. “It’s been quite a while since you two met last, hasn’t it? I’m delighted to say she’ll be joining us for our little parties from now on…”
Dig the knife in deeper, why don’t you? Diamond thought, forcing herself to wear a smile as she took Upper Crust’s outstretched hand in greeting. “It’s lovely to see you again, ma’am,” she said in a falsely kind tone of her own.
“Ma’am? Oh, don’t you make me feel old! We’re friends, aren’t we?” Upper Crust replied. “Why, the last time we met must have been your graduation party! You looked so lovely in your dress- and I must say, how beautiful you look tonight!” The kiss she planted on Diamond’s cheek was unwelcome, made even more so by the overdrawn lingering of the woman’s gaze upon all of her figure.
Diamond felt a shiver try to form and she forced it down. She was being undressed by this woman, a sensation made all the more unpleasant when there wasn’t much for her to undress. Yes, she knew she looked spectacularly sexy, but she didn’t want this frivolous cow’s attentions. If it had been one of the girls, she wouldn’t have minded in the slightest and likely returned the action in kind; but Upper Crust’s lustful attractions were only met with revulsion. No matter how beautiful she was, how magnificently crafted her breasts, she was still one of her mother’s people. Nothing could erase that sort of stain.
“Please, won’t you join us in the living room?” Spoiled asked, distracting the socialite from her youthful target and giving Diamond a welcome reprieve. Perhaps her mother thought it wisest to not push buttons so early into the evening. “The kitchen staff prepared us a few things before dinner, and I’ve some lovely aperitifs brought in from Tiscany- Did I never tell you we visited last summer? It was a lovely time…”
The next guest that came was just as unwelcome as the first, and no better than any that came after. The magnificent figure of Mrs. Créme was beautiful to the eye and poison to the senses. To no surprise of the young woman, Diamond watched as the wretched woman greeted Spoiled and Upper Crust with the usual verve, with plenty of touches and brushings of body that betrayed the smallest peek into their true nature- made all the worse when the foul woman offered Diamond her own greetings, complete with a small but most unwelcome grab of her bottom. The swift act was galling, and the young heiress knew she must have given a start for Créme made sure to give her a knowing wink as if to entice her for more. It was enough to make her want to vomit.
Pish Posh and Primrose arrived as a pair, looking unnaturally put together and lovely by Diamond’s estimation. Their arrival was just as warmly welcomed as those that had arrived before, and each one made sure to give the youngest of their party the most lavish of attention and praise they could offer. Each hug lingered too long, the gazes that settled on her form too prying; Diamond felt like she was being held up as a piece of meat before a pack of starving wolves, desperate for something to devour. Part of her even began to regret her choice of attire. It had been meant to entice lustful eyes, sure, but those of the girls- not these wretched women! It was beyond unfair that they were being allowed to ruin her night, especially when she’d picked out her dress weeks in advance. The thought, mixed in with her already-present frustration, was a bitter pill to swallow.
Her first trial in the living room was, at the very least, one she could endure. The group of aging socialites knew one another well, years of time spent in one another’s presence; what attentions they possessed were more apt to be focused on one another more than a young woman who was not a settled member of their little company. Though Diamond still felt their eyes flicker towards her every now and then, more youthful company did not often possess the same topics of conversation that they found appealing. Diamond’s world was friends and parties, local nightlife and nights out that lasted until the dawn. These women were the ultra-rich, used to exotic vacations and luxuries.
“Tell me, Spoiled,” Pish Posh said, leisurely twirling the contents of her wineglass, “Did you hear what happened to poor Lilac last week? Primrose only just told me the other day…”
A pitying sort of tittering coursed its way through the group, small smiles more cloying than sympathetic appearing on painted lips as shared knowledge brought forth a smattering of reactions. Diamond, despite her best efforts to remain disengaged, found her curiosity piqued. She knew Lilac as well as her daughter, Soiree. A bit stuck up, sure, but they were nicer than most rich people she knew. Her mother had complained about Lilac more than once, which was a high compliment in the young woman’s eyes; what had happened to the family?
“I did,” Spoiled said, a feigned sympathy upon her face as she took a small sip of wine. “All those years together, and Polished Sheen just leaves her high and dry for his mistress. She must be devastated.”
“I hear he didn’t leave her much money,” Créme piped up. She seemed eager to add details, her gossiping mind the primary source of info on the matter. “Only a few thousand. She had to move out from Candlewall and back to Baltimare with her parents just Wednesday.”
“Poor dear,” Spoiled remarked. “She never seemed to know what to do with all her good fortune. Marries the Royal Architect and not once did she ever settle into the role of spouse.”
“Never kept him very happy,” Upper Crust said sagely. “Spent all her time on her daughter, I hear. She never was enough for him, you know.”
“Have you ever met his mistress, by any chance? I happened to run into her at the Boutique in Canterlot just the other week. Just a lucky chance.” Pish Posh said.
“Oh? What did you think of her?”
“Quite a lovely thing, really. She’s been working as a model in Manehattan for the past couple years before she met Polished. Seems to have a much better sense of how a woman in high society is supposed to act.”
“Would she be one we should invite to join us for an evening?” Spoiled inquired. “I’m sure we could always make room for one person more…”
Diamond’s efforts at keeping her opinions -and expressions- neutral began to falter as she took in her companion’s varied reactions to the torrid gossip. An actually nice and pleasant woman had found her husband having an affair and her reward was to be kicked out of the house along with her daughter; he’d kicked out his own daughter just to make his mistress more comfortable! And these women acted like it was a good thing! What on earth had twisted them up so badly that they thought this was something to condone? They talked about Lilac like she was an idiot who’d screwed up an opportunity. “But- but what about Lilac? Soiree?” Diamond sputtered, her worried tone bringing the curious gossipers to silence.
Pish Posh blinked. “What about them?” She asked, seeming mystified by the question.
“Are they OK? What are they gonna do to take care of themselves?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” Spoiled answered, her calm tone a contrast to the hardened warning in her eyes. “They moved back to Baltimare, as Primrose said, and that’s where Lilac always said she was from. Poor girl never seemed the Candewall type, anyway. That manor and all her husband’s money just didn’t fit her.”
The gaggle of women agreed with the assessment, though Spoiled’s fixation remained on her daughter. Even in the midst of good cheer the old compatriots had created, there was now a tension thanks to Diamond’s open distress about one they thought so poorly of. She was an heiress, and a socialite-to-be, but her actions were now a ripple that was felt by all present- Spoiled most of all. Someone was in their midst that didn’t quite fit, and it just might cause a problem.
Diamond Tiara’s protests fizzled out and died, despite her willingness to continue their disruption of these people’s happiness. They weren’t fazed her by her words, nor did a twinge of a conscience even come into play; she wasn’t sure if she were talking to miserable crones or unfeeling statues. How could you convince someone who didn’t seem to actually get it? The only person that really seemed to react to her was her mother, but her emotions came about as anger for her disruption rather than any sort of sympathetic feeling.
She doesn’t even care. She never liked Lilac, she must be loving that she got kicked out, Diamond thought. Miserable bat. And she wants me to be just like her! Like hell I will. And she WILL know before the night’s through.
She could still feel her mother’s fire burning whenever Spoiled’s gaze flickered over to where she sat. Diamond had started to ‘misbehave’ earlier in her eyes than she’d expected, a red flag that perhaps not all her evening would go her way. By the young woman’s measure, that was perfectly fine. She just might cause a little more trouble before the night was over.
Dinner, it seemed, would be the next misery she would have to withstand, Diamond hustled off along with the rest of the heartless crowd of socialites to where the luxurious feast awaited them. It would be a lovely meal if it weren’t for the company, really; crab pasta with grilled asparagus, and the meal’s wine was unusually good even by her less experienced tastes. But to be here, with these women? No meal was going to be enjoyable for very long. And now, it seemed, she herself would be the focus of their scrutiny.
“Now, Diamond…” As emptied plates were whisked away by awaiting staff, the drawling voice of Pish Posh came forth and zeroed in on the youngest of their members. She took her time in continuing on, a finger tracing lazily along the rim of her wineglass. Was she dozing, or just trying to be uncomfortable? Diamond couldn’t quite figure. “I have just so deeply wanted to know what you’ve been doing with yourself lately. Your mother said you held no desire for any further schooling since you graduated, is that right?”
“That’s true,” Diamond answered. Not the question she’d expected to hear. “I never liked school much, and… just seemed like a waste of money.”
“Nothing is a waste of money when you use it for your own benefit, darling,” Pish Posh replied. “Don’t you see yourself as worth the investment? You certainly seem to look after yourself well enough.”
“I guess so.”
“I know so,” the older woman said sagely. “But really, I am curious as to what a young lady such as yourself does throughout her day. Didn’t I see you in downtown Canterlot just last weekend with a group of young ladies?”
Diamond gulped. She had been in Canterlot, she and the girls having gone up for a concert that Friday. The afterparty had kept them there well into the morning, with only a brief afternoon’s rest before clubbing most of Saturday night. And what had come after, well- she’d told her parents that she’d gone up there to go see an art museum her mother had practically demanded she attend. But if Pish Posh knew the truth, then there was a good chance she was in the unmerciful hands of a rich gossip.
Spoiled’s eyes zeroed in on her daughter, the fabulous woman watching every twitch of the young heiress’ face with intent. If anyone would be able to distinguish between truth and lies in her daughter’s expression, it would be her- and the punishment for failure would likely be unpleasant.
“I… I’d gone up to visit the Milano in my mother’s place,” Diamond said, mind racing as she tried to think up an explanation on the spot. “I was invited by a few other women there to join them for drinks after. I guess you must’ve seen me with them.”
“Oh, so you were there for the Manét exhibit, of course!” Créme remarked. “Such lovely works, I was lucky enough to see his first tour in Manehattan a few years back. You must have felt the need to purchase one, I know I couldn’t resist!”
At least here she wouldn’t have to lie about anything, Diamond giving a small chuckle as she said, “I was told not to. Just be a presence, start to build my own connections for the family.”
“And it went well, I’m guessing,” Pish Posh said. “You and those young ladies certainly seemed to be enjoying yourselves.”
Memories of the night together, raucous and heated in their usual way, brought a half-smile to the young woman’s lips without her bidding. “We had our fun.” Damn fool, why did you say that?
“Oh, no doubt,” Pish Posh purred, eyes reduced to slits as her own smile spoke of her knowledge. The smallest slip of Diamond’ poise had been all it took for the sly socialite to sift through words and find the kernel of truth deep within, a personality preference that was very much to her interest. After all, if this beautiful young thing lusted for women, a sensuous being such as herself could easily fit the bill just fine. And the small flame in her eyes was not an angry thing, but the beginnings of something passionate and lustful…
The night carried on- and so did the drinking. With a small digestif to help ease the meal away, further room for liquor was found to help indulge the desire for inebriation. Diamond, wanting no more opportunity for secrets to spill from her lips, allowed herself no more than mere, scant sips as she watched the debauchery she’d so often heard transpire before her eyes. These women were awful, really; gaudy, gossiping creatures that cared so deeply about external beauty and riches that they were perfectly content to be unpleasant, vapid beasts. Every single one of them held a brilliant band on their finger, yet the further they sank into the aged wine, the more their hands and eyes seemed to find one another; pawing and groping as the spaces between them shrank the longer they carried on. It was a disaster unfolding before her eyes, and Diamond found herself struggling to look away; it was disgusting and shameful, yet somehow it transfixed her. Was it their beauty? She hoped not. Better that the repulsive display was something she couldn’t look away from than it be something that somehow appealed to her.
Diamond winced as she felt the piercing laughter of Upper Crust’s inebriated voice ring in her ears, the sound of the party growing the longer the night went on. How could they speak one another in these bellows and find it irksome? Just being in the same room was bad enough for one’s senses, yet they all seemed perfectly comfortable. Even Spoiled, who was showing more restraint than her fellows in how much alcohol she consumed, seemed unfazed by the growing din.
“Oh god, I just… it just sort of makes you think of that time we were- remember when we stayed in Venetia?” Upper Crust asked aloud, she and Primrose snugly nestled together on a chair and letting their hands trace one another. “And Pish Posh kept getting harassed by that poor bellhop, he wouldn’t stop trying to find a way to talk to her!”
“And the look on his face when he saw Milton walk in,” Créme added, to a cry of drunken guffaws. “And he nearly wet himself cause he realized he’d been hitting on the Minister’s wife. Like he thought he’d had a chance!”
“And Milton never knew Crust and I had been using his bed the whole night, too,” Pish Posh said. “Oh, the whole idea of it was just too much! And not one of them ever even knew!”
“Posh- ssh! Not out loud, you silly! We’ll get caught!” Upper Crust’s drowsy expression suddenly came alight in surprise, trying to hush away her friends’ laughter at the remark. “Oh my god, you can’t just say things like that out loud!”
“Aww, does it get you hot and bothered?” Pish Posh teased, making eyes to her longtime friend as a free hand quietly slithered beneath fabric to tweak breastflesh and bring nipples to a hardened point. Perhaps most drunken of the lot was she, or simply the most shameless, the elegant woman was delighted to be her beautiful friends’ fixation. “You poor thing, all this pent up energy… are you sure you don’t need some relief?”
“Be nice, Posh, you know Crust gets when she drinks,” Primrose said. A gentle chiding, accompanied by a hand falling in between Upper Crust’s thigh, did little to lower the pressure in the room. “All this teasing and toying, it’s not very fair! A lady has her needs, doesn’t she?”
“Oh, always,” Upper Crust groaned. The socialite’s form went taut as Primrose’s hand slid further down; the silk fabric of her gown was so thin, only a filament keeping her body from the experience of greater pleasures that so desperately needed. “And it’s so difficult to be satisfied, of course!”
“Oh, no doubt!” Upper Crust cried, her words given assent by her companions. “It’s all well and good when you marry a man with some money, but they never know how to make you happy, too!”
“It’s so dreadfully unfair,” Spoiled said. “Pleasing a man is always so easy, and it hardly takes a thought to figure out how. But do they ever even try to give the same effort to you? Never!”
“Too busy with all their work- and all their toys,” Primrose added, “Never a thought to spare for you.”
“It always takes a lady to know how to please a lady,” Upper Crust said. Shifting closer until she was all but atop her companion, she held herself so scandalously close to Primrose as her hands began to caress the woman’s cheeks. “Nothing else could possibly come close.”
“Mmm, that’s what friends are for,” Primrose purred, delighted to find her gorgeous pair there for the taking-
Diamond could only gawk as the two women found one another; plump, painted lips pressed deeply against one another as the socialites gave into their passions, their kiss the first of the night something beautiful to witness. Such flawless figures they possessed, such exquisite dress adorning them! Magnificent, pristine female forms wrapping themselves together as alcohol removed inhibition and brought them at last to the beginnings of their lust transformed, contented sounds and drunken giggles fleeing muffled lips as they busied their mouths with the tasting of the other. It seemed so natural for them, second nature to want to be satisfied by one another- and how they held one another! Upper Crust was the more intense of the two, swifter to deeper passions than Primrose as she pushed the smaller woman back against the pillows and let their crimson union deepen. The first moan, a sound of satisfaction that had barely begun, was like a cry to the soul. Diamond felt a flutter in her chest at the sight of them, the sound of her fellow audience delighting in the performance. Were they going to undress and have sex right on the loveseat? She’d heard them begin their affairs so many times before, but never witnessed the full crescendo; did Pish Posh look as good when she joined in? Was Créme as kinky as she suspected? Did her mother, with all the money poured into sustaining a most shapely figure, bring a heightened degree of beauty? How did she look when so tightly bound to the body of another rich, beautiful woman? She wanted to see it all, starting with those succulent, luscious figures of feminine perfection that so eagerly locked lips, perfectly happy to enjoy themselves, and put their finest assets on display-
A snap back to reality came in a heartbeat, the sapphic moment turning sour and bringing bile to the young woman’s mouth. Good god, these women were pathetic drunks! Drunks who bragged about cheating on their husbands with one another like it was some sort of game- why did she want to witness this, to see it go further? Attraction to women be damned, she wouldn’t let herself be aroused by this disaster of a social circle! “What the fuck?”
Her words were a record scratch, cutting through the palpable sensuality of the moment and turning the heated room into a frigid place. Though Upper Crust and Primrose were slow to untangle themselves, Pish Posh, Créme and Spoiled had no trouble finding the source of the commotion, their displeasure at being ripped away from the beautiful sight evident.
“No need to be alarmed, darling,” Créme admonished, clearly wishing to watch the unfolding show and not be distracted. “It’s just a simple thing, really, surely you understand how we feel!”
“Calm down, Diamond,” Spoiled said, her words soft and yet containing a sharp threat of danger. Her exquisite form was poised to strike, ready to leap and cut away the root of discontent.
“‘Calm down?’ Do you not even care about what you’re doing at all? This is nuts!”
“Oh? And how so?” Pish Posh inquired. Whether it was all an act or not, the socialite seemed genuinely confused as to the source of Diamond’s protests. “Aren’t you close with your friends the same way, darling? It’s good for a lady to have such connections. If you’re feeling nervous, why don’t I help you-”
“By cucking your husbands?” Diamond countered. Reason told her to try and find a way to disappear, to cease her speech and flee before real wrath fall upon her head. “Unbelievable. You cheap, five-cent whore!”
It was a proverbial slap across the face. Even Primrose, deep in the clutches of her lover, seemed affronted that she had to bear such an accusation. Pish Posh began to blink furiously, a dampness coming to her eyes and effectively killing whatever remnants of a mood had endured the very first protest.
“Well, I never,” Pish Posh said, voice quavering as she took a nearby tissue to her eyes with the hopes of saving her makeup. “And here I was wanting to be helpful to such a beautiful young woman- how rude, Diamond!”
Diamond enjoyed watching the wretchedness grow, even if she knew the transgression would be punished accordingly. She felt the iron grip of her mother drag her away from the scene of the crime and she cared not, perfectly content to have ended the debauchery so thoroughly. They’d wanted her to be part of this disaster? Not a chance in hell.
“In!” Spoiled hissed, ripping open the door of her bedroom and practically tossing her daughter inside; the slam of the door behind them was enough to awaken Diamond from her vengeful stupor. Now she remembered where she was, against whom she would really contend for the rest of the evening and into days beyond count. Her mother stood before her in a towering fury, her beauty somehow heightened in the midst of her rising emotions; that sumptuous figure seethed as she stood there, trying to summon the proper words that would dispel this rebellion.
“I’m not sorry,” Diamond spat. She wanted that first word, needed to get one knife in before her mother could try to do the same.
“You will apologize the very moment you leave this room,” Spoiled commanded, her tone making it known that she was not one to trifle with. “These women do not deserve to endure your horrid behavior, and you will ensure this does not happen again!”
“I’m the one that did something wrong?” Diamond said in a barking laugh- the gall of this woman! “Unbelievable! You’re actually defending those cheating bitches? How are you like this, how are you OK with this?”
“Some ladies of high society simply wish to relax and enjoy decent company,” Spoiled said in slow words as though speaking to an unhappy toddler. “You do not know everything, nor do you understand just how lonely a marriage can be. So you will not look down on them for simply wanting to be happy!”
And just when she thought her incredulity could not grow any further. “You unbelievable skank. You are terrible! Why in gods’ name Dad ever married you is beyond me, do you not even think that just maybe these women are a bunch of thirsty whores? Or do you enjoy being around dumb whores whose only hobbies are spending money and cheating on their husbands?”
“You will apologize to every single one of them!” Spoiled demanded, alcohol and her daughter enough to tear at the last fibers of her self-control that were at last falling away. “Listen to me, you don't know the whole story, so don't go around trying to be a gossip yourself-”
“Yeah, because it protects your ass- they've slept with you, too!” Diamond shot back, scoring a bullseye as her mother gave a horrified gasp. “Oh grow up, Mom! It's not like I couldn't hear you every single time Dad was gone, eating out every other woman in town! If you're gonna be that big of a piece of shit, at least divorce him and go around being an honest slut!”
“Don't you dare speak to me like that!” Spoiled hissed, in an absolute fury that could easily match her daughter's. “I- I know what you've done with your bunch of friends, what would your father think if-”
“Dad wouldn't care that I fuck girls. I’m not married to him!” Diamond sneered. "You're the one that goes cheating on him behind his back for no reason-”
“Diamond, you will stop this very instant!”
That likelihood was infetisimal. “Or what?” The young woman spat. “Go on and make me, then!”
The two socialites were glaring daggers at one another, barely an inch apart as they came to the height of their fury; Diamond would not concede and give ground to her mother's demands, and Spoiled would not acquiesce to her daughter’s frustrations. The two were spitting sparks, teeth clenched and barely held in check. And then as though the two crossed over some invisible line, Spoiled suddenly found the will to act, reaching out for her daughter's face and planting a fierce kiss across the young woman's mouth.
For only a moment, they were united, shared fury combined by the union resplendent lips; then Diamond wrenched herself away from her mother’s grasp, left sputtering by the completely unexpected act. “Pff- hey! How dare you kiss me!” Diamond snarled. It hadn't been an action she had anticipated at all- nor had she anticipated that the fierceness behind it being something she wouldn't totally dislike...
Spoiled scowled, holding her daughter fast with arms wrapped about so as to ensure no chance of escape. “And I'll do it again unless you behave,” She warned. “Now calm down and listen to me!”
“No I won’t, I- Mmf!” Diamond's words became muffled as her mother kissed her once again, all the more fiercely as the two were forced into silence by a second melding of mouths. This second, sudden gesture lasted longer this time, with Diamond's attempts to escape less forceful; there was a sensation in this kiss that she wanted to delight in- several, if she were honest with herself. The first that registered was the ferocity behind the action, just how deeply her mother kissed her, with all of her will and intent to be so utterly known without possibility of being ignored. But then there was the flavor on her lips, the taste of sweet wine and the remnants of her lip gloss- and the delightful, devilish fact that she was kissing her own mother at all. Diamond had protested throughout the night against this woman, wished to trade blows even- but this kiss they shared was something delicious, and she could not possibly deny it.
When the two relinquished their lip-locked grasp upon one another, it came far more slowly than before. Better?” Spoiled asked in a voice far softer than only a moment ago, but still holding her daughter tight. She knew the power of kisses, the power of scandal; even if it was against her own daughter, she was going to win this contest of wills. “Or do you need more convincing?”
“I- Mom...” Diamond struggled to find her voice, her eyes darting this way and that until they decided it was time to soak in the entirety of her mother's form, so close and there for her to caress; one she so desperately despised, envied, and needed to enjoy with her own passions. Beneath the soft colors of her dress she knew lay a form most formidable, even if now gone just ever so slightly to seed- and a pair of breasts even more perfectly crafted than her own manufactured pair. “I- I-”
The wait was unbearable, in need of breaking; Mother and daughter became unified at last, arms wrapped about one another in totality as their lips met one another willingly, holding one another fast and choosing to drown in passion. Slammed against the wall by her mother's ferocity, Diamond could only melt and meet that passionate fervor with the entirety of her own, eagerly finding delicious lips and more as fire and lust overtook them. They kissed, they fondled, their mouths opened wide and let their tongues dance together so fiercely that the band of thickened spittle between them became the siren song of their sapphic symphony, the cavalcade of muffled moans and cries ringing true their still-burning flames. It was the summation of all their feelings given focus at last, able to breathe down one another's throats as the two beauteous women tasted one another with every breath and effort they could muster, whether by anger or the lust it inflamed.
Diamond Tiara pulled away slowly from her mother's salivating embrace, the stringy band of combined drool dangling between their outstretched tongues, unbroken by the hurried gasps of air that escaped their freshly-kissed lips. Their eyes spoke to numerous feelings of both sides, all of them set afire by a maddened hunger that now burned brighter than any emotion could match. “Mom- holy shit,” Diamond breathed, staring at her glorious partner with no small amount of awe; her self-control was eroding fast in the face of instinctive desire, hands finding their way beneath silken fabric and beginning to massage awaiting breastflesh; they were more perfect than she had ever hoped to guess, wonderfully shaped and pleading for her fullest attentions. “Oh my gosh, we're gonna be in so much trouble...”
“Oh yes we are,” Spoiled said triumphantly, keeping the young heiress pinned to the wall in preparation for further action. The anger in her eyes had not lessened in the slightest but only intensified, heightened all the more by the ferocious stream of sloppy kisses that had come from the young woman's tongue; she was inflamed, needing to be satisfied by her beautiful daughter’s sounds and actions. “Welcome to the world of socialites, Diamond. How does it feel?”
“Dirty.”
“Do you want it to stop?”
“No!”
Spoiled smirked, knowing she was at last victorious “Good. You wanted to squeal? I’m going to make you scream.” Before Diamond could hope to even brace herself, her mother hoisted her up against the wall and held her fast, the young woman’s legs instinctively wrapping about her partner’s form for additional support. The rush of fabric across her skin as her dress was pulled down to the waist and left to dangle, her breasts spilling forth and there for Spoiled to relish. Finely crafted things they were, and worth every penny she’d spent- now they awaited the touch of her newest paramour, eager to harden at every new touch and thought.
“Such a dirty girl,” Spoiled remarked, one hand gently massaging flesh just about the nipple, cupping the mound and getting a feel for her incoming conquest. “Did you get these just for your friends? To look just like me?”
“Not a chance,” Diamond lied, knowing the façade would be seen through in an instant. She’d hated the thought for years, but she’d always wanted to have her mother’s beauty; she would likely never have the curves, but a pair of bountiful breasts of her very own would be at least a consolation prize. The fact that the girls enjoyed playing with them was just icing on the cake.
“Don’t lie to your mother,” Spoiled chided- a twist of a nipple made Diamond catch her breath, the pain somehow something delicious to her senses. “You always wanted to be just like me. And oh, you certainly can be.”
“I don’t want- ooh!” Diamond’s protests of disgust were cut silent as her mother gave a pinch, delightful enough to take a shot of pain and make it brilliant. She was used to being the dominant one, the bedroom brat who ruled the night. But in her mother’s hands she was to be at the behest of mercy, eager to feel whatever whim came Spoiled’s way. It was a horrid thought, a miserable one; she was going to fuck her mother with all the ferocity and feeling she could conjure to at last have some relief of this long-held tension between them. It would be filthy, physical, and extremely taboo- she could hardly be more turned on.
Spoiled’s handiwork was forceful upon her flesh, Diamond crying out from a mixed delight more than once. She tried to keep her voice muffled, quiet so as not to be heard beyond their four walls, but her mother’s work was efficient and unrelenting, hands playing at flawless mounds as though she were playing music, the young woman’s sounds coming at each new tweak and pull. And not even one lick, one kiss of flesh- where the fun would really begin! Diamond had never felt a potency in foreplay like this before, so powerless in its wake; she relished the novelty of it, as well as its progenitor.
“Oh hush, Diamond.” A new tweak of her nipple, harder and more potent than those that had come before; the stroke was enough to silence her cries. “You’ve not really felt anything yet. Goodness, what have you and your friends even been up to?” Spoiled pushed her daughter further up against the wall and placed those perfectly crafted mounds to where she could reach them more easily, there at the mouth and ready for her deepened plundering. But gods, how her mother lavished on them! Each pull and pluck of her teeth came along with a flurry of licks and kisses, a lathering upon breastflesh that more than made up for whatever pain came along with the pleasure. The self-indulgence should have been difficult to endure, if not agonizing- but its newness! How expertly Spoiled prodded her senses to heightened levels and made her really cry out, every moment capped with more wondrous feeling that she’d never known before. Diamond wanted to think she’d felt better, known better at the hands of her girlfriends. But lying wasn’t much her style any longer, and what she experienced now was impossible to ignore; her mother’s prowess was something different entirely and she loved it!
“You’re trembling,” Spoiled teased, a quick tweak before a fresh wave of kisses, soothing the aroused nerves from their wearied deluge. “And to think you’ve been such a dirty girl- is this all you can do?”
“Why don’t you try me and see what happens?” Diamond gasped. She was being pushed to her limit at the hands of her mother, agonized yet delighted by the experiences that coursed through her flawless form. Her mother was teasing her, turning her on and setting desire to an overload; how was she supposed to function when she so desperately needed release? It just wasn’t fair. “If you think you’re so great.”
“Oh, I’m not great- I’m wonderful.” With no warning, Diamond felt her word shift. Taken from the wall in an instant and tossed onto the bed, she heard the tearing of clothing before she could even begin to protest and her succulent, dripping flower was exposed to the bare elements by the hands of her mother.
“My dress!” As aroused as she was by Spoiled’s hunger, the young woman couldn’t quite shake the outrage. “Why’d you have to do that?”
“Because I want to taste you, of course,” Spoiled answered, a pair of fingers plunging down in between and tearing away a thickened strand of juices for her awaiting tongue to sample. The beautiful socialite positively quivered the moment that sweet nectar fell upon her tongue, relishing its pungent flavor. “Ooh, even better than I’d hoped…”
The sight of her mother so eagerly sucking away at her fluids was beyond what Diamond thought she could bear; and to think she’d called herself aroused before! But the burnishing moment was marred by the sight of her outfit desecrated, destroyed. She needed to feel a little more even. “You owe me a new dress. You can’t just do that!” She protested, albeit shakily.
“Oh, I can’t? But what if I want you?” Spoiled purred, crawling her way up her daughter’s form and coming atop her. “What if I just- can’t wait?” So close, there for further taking and ravishing…
“You still owe me,” Diamond said weakly. She could see her mother’s crimson lips right there, so close and just out of reach. Just when she felt the need for further kisses-!
“I’ll buy you another one. A better one,” Spoiled promised. A word sealed with a kiss, she poured herself into her daughter’s awaiting mouth and was rewarded with a delighted coo, Diamond needing the feel of her mother’s tongue upon her own more desperately than she’d ever needed anything in her life.
“You promise?” Diamond asked, leaving mouth agape. She wanted more to taste, more for her taste buds to savor…
“Lady’s promise. The best money can buy. On one condition.”
“OK…”
“I have you- whenever I want you. In any way I want.”
“Deal.” As if it were a qualm to overcome! “Come on, already!”
Spoiled grinned and let her tongue drip, saliva dribbling down into Diamond’s awaiting mouth as the thickened stream slowly trickled and bound them both together. What kisses that came wound them together all the more thickly, each new lather and press sewing new strands that kept them close. When the lavish outpouring came to an end, mother and daughter found themselves so deeply tied together by strings of spittle that they hardly knew if they could find the strength to pull away. Especially when their beauteous partner tasted oh so sweet…
“Do you really think you’re ready for me?” Spoiled asked, proud and confident as ever. “All the time you’ve spent with those girls, all that hypocrisy as you tried to fuck them senseless- do you really think you can handle me?”
“Oh my god, just get to it already, what is wrong with you?” Diamond cried. Patience had never been, nor would ever be, her virtue, and her mother was far too tantalizing now for her to wish to wait any longer. It was relief just to see that glorious figured dip down in between her legs and settle there just for the sheer pleasantry of anticipation to come about-
And when the moment came! Diamond, already flowing, was put to fits by the feel of Spoiled diving so deep within her. And to think she’d ever crowed to her friends about what prowess she possessed! To feel that tongue frolicking within her was utter decadence, each movement meant to find and drink away whatever fluid could be found within such a beautiful flower. Her mother was more than a pro, more akin to a goddess; each lick seemed to find the very source of her dribbling, desperate to seek out every succulent droplet that could be found. How was she supposed to carry on with life, knowing that the best sex of her life had come from the one she despised most? Spoiled was foul and beautiful and wonderful and heinous and oh so perfect! Diamond forced herself to be quiet, to internalize the struggle as those ferocious, perfect licks continued to lather away at the edges of her very soul. She couldn’t allow her mother to dominate her further, not when she had given up so much of her heart already. How could she ever go on hating this woman if she were to lust for her the rest of her days?
A new lick came, deep and right into the very depths of her folds- accompanied by a mild fingering of her outer labia for good measure-
“Oh my god…” Diamond’s words came without bidding, quavering as they split her into pieces. Now that was something she’d never felt before in her life, and Spoiled had somehow brought it about. It was too good to resist, and she needed more. Much, much more! “Mom-”
Spoiled knew she had struck gold and went for the proverbial jugular. As Diamond’s legs locked about her, the beautiful woman poured herself into the act, the fullness of her sweet tongue delving into those succulent folds with all fire and fervor. There was so much to explore and taste, even when she’d found so much to adore already. Why not pull at the outer labia, giving it a nibble with her teeth? The twitch that came was so satisfying to feel, the half-cry of sound like that of an angel. The older woman relished just how powerless her dear daughter had become thanks to her prowess; a far cry from the furious protests that had come her way only a short while ago. This happy mewling was a far better music to her ears.
She felt a quiver; that soon, it seemed? Diamond, for all the time she’d spent playing with her girlfriends, had yet to experience what a real woman actually felt like. Spoiled didn’t even think her efforts were all that arduous. Crust takes far more than this, she thought. She’ll simply need to pick up a few skills along the way. A small kiss upon the labia- then a sweet, syrupy plunge straight into the depths that seemed to be endlessly soaking. Her daughter’s sweet nectar was heavenly to taste, a new flavor she’d never before encountered. Why shouldn’t she want more, desire more? Diamond was young and beautiful, an unpolished sexuality that deserved some adoration. There would be time in the future for the two of them to bond properly; clearly her daughter needed some instruction. Wasn’t that a mother’s duty?
“Oh- mff, fuck…” Diamond screwed her eyes shut, trying to hold on a little further. But the pluck that came next was merciless, perfectly satisfying and without restraint. The next song that poured from her lips came at the crescendo and she gave way, the orgasm quaking along the very fibers of her body. The potency of it- were they supposed to feel like this? As she felt wave after wave course through her perfect form, the young heiress wondered if she’d never really known what satisfaction was before her mother had come along to ravish her. Everything she had ever known about sex seemed so shallow compared to this brilliant experience; what had she been doing before this moment? Her nights with the girls felt like child’s play in comparison. If this was what Spoiled could accomplish in her so easily, then perhaps there were things worth learning.
As the motions slowed and her body once more returned to her control, the slithering slurps of her mother continued in their explorations, drinking deep of that succulent flavor and finding what had managed to escape her eager maw. It was a missed sensation when those strokes at last came to an end; it felt too good, too natural for it to be gone now. Diamond wondered how she’d carry on.
“Look at you,” Spoiled murmured, a pair of fingers plunging down to bring forth a small tinge of residue for them to marvel at; viscous and beautiful, a testament to her skills and the ecstasy her daughter had experienced. “Do your friends never eat you out at all?”
“They- not like… not like that,” Diamond admitted, shamefaced and a little frustrated that she had to give such an answer. Spoiled seemed to look down on her for the act; why did she have to condemn even further?
“And all that time you spend with them? Why, Diamond, a lady deserves better,” came the answer- unexpected, and making the younger woman give a start. “You shouldn’t settle for second-best.”
“They’re not bad- they’re just-” Diamond fell silent, biting her lip. They were likeable girls, sure; they weren’t, however, as skilled as her mother. That was a flaw. “Maybe you’ve… got a point.”
Spoiled smirked. Now, perhaps a little more mollified, she might listen to some genuine wisdom. “Pish Posh’s fingers are divine, by the way. She was an excellent harpist.”
So that was where she was heading. To be ravished by her mother was one thing, but to suddenly invite so many others in to dine upon her flower was a bit much, considering whom it would be. “Do I have to? Like, really?”
“Still hesitant?”
“I prefer to be called selective.”
“As any good lady should,” Spoiled said, brushing her slickened fingers across Diamond’s tongue. The flavor of her own fervor soaked the young woman’s taste buds, a dreamy look upon her face as the sweetened liquid returned home. When Spoiled’s tongue came in to add to the mix, there was not an ounce of resistance to be found. “You’ll warm up to them, don’t you worry. Wait until Crust gives you a dance…”
“She’s a dancing girl?”
“Especially when she’s hungry for attention,” Spoiled said, followed by another kiss. “Now, one good turn deserves another. Your friends have let you down, but your sweet mother won’t. How about you learn how to really please a lady?”
The invitation was clear, and Diamond felt no need to reject the offer. Spoiled’s succulent, lush figure needed to be unwrapped, explored and enjoyed for as long as possible. Those breasts needed worship, that pristine flower worthy of adoration- and all under the tutelage of a woman who knew it all so, so well. “So where do I start?” she inquired coyly.
“With the basics,” Spoiled answered, her slithering morsel departing her mouth and awaiting its love. “Suck my tongue; make me moan.”
Diamond happily obliged, bringing her own pink muscle out into the world and pressing it firmly against its mate, happy to enjoy the slickened flesh for a time, its presence a comfort. And then to bringing her lips about it, to lavish upon her mother’s tongue and suck it dry-
The door to the bedroom flew open and in came a rush of girlish, inebriated giggles. Tops pulled down and most definitely handsy were the happy pair of Upper Crust and Pish Posh, tottering towards the bed with the intent of seeing it put to use for their own lovemaking, occupants be damned. The two beauties had almost come to its side and flopped down upon it to unleash a mess of saliva-coated kisses when they noticed present company, Diamond fully naked and beginning to undress Spoiled from her rosy confines, the sight of mother and daughter happily frenching enough to bring their own actions to a halt.
“Oh- oh my!” Upper Crust exclaimed, gawking delightedly at the sight of Diamond slowly pulling away from Spoiled’s luscious tongue, the heavy band of spittle between them something to envy. “I’m sorry, dears, I didn’t mean to intrude…”
“Wow, that was-” Pish Posh resettled herself, trying to make sure she had indeed seen the wondrous sight before her eyes. “I’m terribly sorry, but… are we interrupting something?”
“You’re quite alright,” Spoiled said, voice casual and striking first as she regarded her new spectators. “Diamond and I just needed to hash things out. A little bonding time.”
“Bonding time? Well, I must say,” Upper Crust remarked. “No wonder you two get along so well! Would you- would mind giving me a few pointers? Celica and I have had a few rough words lately…”
Diamond could have let herself shrivel and waste away, eager to hide herself from these prying eyes that aided loose lips. But her mother sat there, so inviting and eager to be pleased by her. That tongue had been delicious, and the pussy below would likely be even more so. How could she hope to resist?
She did love to show off, anyway.