Watching her naked young daughter slowly crawling toward her on all fours, a coldly glistening strap-on dildo protruding from her hips, the storm inside Jennifer's mind grew even more turbulent.

Although she had already resolved to play the part of meek obedience for now, the moment her eyes met her daughter's lust-filled gaze, Jennifer instinctively averted her own.

But then, a pair of soft, delicate hands cupped Jennifer's cheeks, gently turning her face back until she had no choice but to meet those intense eyes mere inches from her own.

Her eyelids fluttered shut instinctively, and in the very next second, Sarah closed the distance and captured her mother's lips in a kiss.

Jennifer felt two plush, cherry-soft lips press against her own, rubbing gently several times before parting slightly to suck lightly on her lower lip. Then a wet, slick tongue began to lavishly lick and explore.

Soon, her daughter's tongue pushed forward insistently, prying Jennifer's teeth apart and plunging deep into her mouth.

Without thinking, Jennifer's own tongue rose to meet it, and was instantly caught.

Two intimately connected tongues, bound by blood, now tangled tightly together inside Jennifer's mouth, sliding and twining over one another in a wet, intimate dance. An intensely sweet flavor spread like electric current from the tip of her tongue straight to her brain, making Jennifer's scalp tingle with involuntary arousal.

By the time Sarah finally withdrew, both mother and daughter were left breathless from the prolonged, deep kiss. A thin, glistening strand of saliva still connected their lips, hanging lewdly between them.

When Jennifer opened her eyes, the desire burning in her daughter's gaze had only grown hotter.

Her heart began to pound like a war drum. Unable to hold back any longer, she stammered nervously, "It's… it's fine if you like women, but I'm your mother…"

"Who said I like women?" Sarah retorted, clearly annoyed. "Mom, what are you imagining? I kissed you for our master's enjoyment, not because I want you. Understand?"

"Then… what about the girl from the Wester family?" Jennifer persisted, unconvinced. "When you were having sex with her earlier, the master hadn't even returned. She… isn't she your girlfriend?"

In Jennifer's imagined version of events, her daughter and Celes had originally been lovers, until Lucas seized them by force and conditioned them into becoming his sex slaves.

Hearing Jennifer's question, Sarah found herself at a loss for how to explain.

If not for Lucas, even if Celes had confessed her feelings, Sarah would never have agreed, let alone gone to bed with her.

But under Lucas's training, she and Celes had already done everything there was to do, both what was allowed and what was not. What point was there in refusal anymore?

So when Celes came to her room today and gradually let her desires show, Sarah simply went along with it.

But that kind of intimacy was a privilege reserved only for Celes, her childhood best friend. With anyone else, Sarah wouldn't have bothered to please them at all.

Yet all this was complicated, far too complicated to explain clearly to her mother in this moment.

Frustrated, Sarah glanced over her shoulder, only to see her best friend nestled in Lucas's lap, her jade-white, flawlessly smooth thighs clamping around his thick, erect cock, rubbing the rigid length tightly against her bare, hairless pussy.

Lucas's left hand gripped Celes's pert, rounded breast, while his right hand held the back of her head by her ponytail, turning her face toward his for a deep, claiming kiss.

Watching the two of them kiss with such passion, their faces flushed with intoxicated desire, Sarah felt an unexpected pang of sour jealousy.

For a moment, she couldn't even tell whose attention she envied more, but the words left her lips with unmistakable bitterness: "She's not my girlfriend!"

Her voice came out a little too loud. Hearing it, Celes immediately broke free from Lucas's loose grip and turned around, her eyes wet and red-rimmed with hurt.

"Ayu! How can you say that?" she protested, voice trembling. "I am your girlfriend!"

Gazing into Celes's moist, pleading eyes, Sarah felt both tenderness and a rising headache.

Leaving everything else aside, how could they even talk about being "girlfriends" when they were both Lucas's sex slaves? Wasn't that absurd?

, Of course, she couldn't say that right in front of Lucas. Instead, she sighed helplessly and said, "When did I ever agree to be your girlfriend?"

"You didn't agree," Celes shot back, full of conviction, "but the master said you are! Right, master?" She emphasized her point by rhythmically squeezing her thighs around his cock, stroking him eagerly as she sought his approval.

"That's right," Lucas said, his hands kneading Celes's firm, well-shaped breasts as he smiled. "I think you two are very well-matched. You'd make a perfect couple."

Hearing Lucas's words, Sarah paused briefly.

She quickly recognized it as another one of his mischievous whims. Shooting him a look that was both playful and reproachful, she finally relented and said to Celes, "Fine then. Since the master says so, I'll be your girlfriend. Well then, watch closely. Your girlfriend is about to fuck someone else."

"Hmph!" Celes bristled with jealousy at Sarah's declaration. Not to be outdone, she fired back, "Then you watch too, your girlfriend is about to get fucked by someone else!"

With that, she lifted her hips, aligned herself perfectly, and slowly sank down onto Lucas's cock, taking him deep inside her.

"Ah, !" Lucas's cock was searingly hot and radiated a natural aphrodisiac energy, far more intense than any cold, artificial toy.

The moment he entered her, hitting her deepest spot, Celes threw her head back and let out a wanton moan, as if proudly proclaiming her victory to Sarah.

"You little brat, I'll deal with you later," Sarah grumbled half-heartedly toward Celes, who was already bouncing eagerly in Lucas's lap. Then she turned back to her mother, her tone unconsciously firm and commanding: "Take your clothes off."

The dress Jennifer had worn two days ago had already been torn to shreds by Sarah herself, so today she'd had to borrow her daughter's T-shirt and trousers.

Jennifer stood four centimeters shorter than her daughter, so the clothes hung slightly loose on her frame.

Obediently, she pulled the T-shirt over her head.

At the same time, Sarah reached out and undid her mother's belt, tugging both her trousers and panties down in one smooth motion.

As required by the sex slave manual, Jennifer wasn't wearing a bra, so in moments, she stood completely naked, her pale, voluptuous body fully exposed.

Sarah didn't pause to admire the view. Quickly, she guided her mother to sit back against her thighs, facing away from her, mirroring the exact same position Lucas and Celes were in.

One hand steadied Jennifer's slender waist, while the other guided the cold, artificial cock toward her entrance, the very same passage from which Sarah herself had once been born, and slowly, deliberately, pushed inside.

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