Bad Influence Pt. 1.6 (Patreon)

There are some couples that I just simply can't get enough of—Mia and Claire from "Bad Influence" is one of them.

This long, highly erotic continuation happens in the immediate aftermath of their transformation at the park thanks to Brianna's ruthless intervention, with mention of her promise to Maddie in a previous Patron exclusive, Bad Influence Pt. 1.5.

Heading back from the park where their entire relationship and sexualities were reshaped by Brianna, Mia and Claire return to the home they now conceptualize as their shared lovers' nest and do what comes naturally in the comfort of their own quarters.

Maddie, meanwhile, is just trying to drown out the noise.

This is a Patreon-exclusive pseudo-sequel to "Bad Influence: Part of the Lesbian Mind Control Anthology series," which is available on Amazon.

Bad Influence Pt. 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

The walk from the park to Claire’s house was a blur of heavy breathing and sticky skin. Claire kept her hand firmly planted on Mia’s ass , her fingers squeezing the warm flesh through the thin fabric of the younger woman's grass-stained summer dress.

Every few steps, Claire would pull Mia closer, their hips bumping together on the sidewalk. They didn't care who saw them. Brianna’s mental manipulation had completely rewritten their reality, erasing any shame or hesitation. In their minds, they were a dedicated, loving couple heading back to their shared home to continue what they started.

Maddie trailed a few feet behind them, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She glared at the back of her mother’s head, her stomach twisting with a deep, nauseating disgust.

As they walked up the driveway and Claire fumbled with the keys to the front door, Maddie didn't even wait for the door to be fully open. She pushed roughly past Mia’s shoulder, ignoring the startled look her former best friend gave her.

"I'm going to my room," Maddie snapped, her voice hard and angry.

She stomped up the wooden stairs, reached her bedroom, walked inside and slammed the door as hard as she could, rattling the frame with a force. She threw herself face-first onto her bed, grabbing her pillow and pulling it over the back of her head.

She hated this. She hated it so much. Thanks to the false memories planted by the cunning stranger in the park, Maddie fully believed that this was just how her life was now. She believed that her mother and her former best friend had been carrying on this sick, twisted relationship for a long time.

And the absolute worst part was what happened whenever Mia came back to town from college. Maddie dreaded these weekends.

Her mother, who used to be so strict and conservative, turned into a complete sexual freak the second Mia walked through the door. Maddie knew exactly what was going to happen downstairs.

They were going to start screwing immediately.

They never stopped. It was a nonstop marathon of them fucking on the couch, on the kitchen counters, on the stairs. Maddie squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memories of the noises they made. They were always so loud. She had to listen to her own mother screaming in joy, yelling out loud declarations of love to a girl who was Maddie's age.

The dirty talk was the worst part. Hearing her mom say words like "pussy" and "fuck" and "wet" made Maddie want to throw up. She reached over to her nightstand, grabbed her airpods, jammed them into her ears, and turned her music up to the maximum volume.

Downstairs in the entryway, the slam of Maddie's bedroom door barely registered for Claire and Mia. The heavy wooden front door clicked shut behind them, and Claire immediately pushed Mia back against it. The lock engaged with a sharp click.

"God, finally," Claire breathed, her voice raspy.

She pressed her body flush against Mia’s. Claire’s blue denim dress was wrinkled and twisted around her waist, and she didn't care. She reached up and grabbed both sides of Mia’s face, pulling her in for a wet, messy kiss. There was nothing gentle about it. It was open-mouthed, their tongues sliding together roughly, sticky saliva swapping as they gasped for air.

"I need you naked," Claire said, pulling back just enough to look at Mia. "Right now. I want to fuck you on the couch."

"Wait," Mia said. She reached down to the entryway table where she had just dropped her purse. "I have something."

Mia unzipped the top of her leather bag. Even before the strange mystery woman had messed with her head, Mia had always carried a specific toy in her purse while living in the dorms. It was a sleek, silicone vibrator, curved slightly at the end, with a wide base and a heavy, buzzing motor. She used to use it on herself when she was alone in her dorm room. But now, with her reality altered, all she could think about was using it on her future wife.

It was going to become a regular tool for them.

Mia pulled the vibrator out of her purse. The smooth pink silicone caught the light from the hallway fixture. She held it up so Claire could see it.

Claire’s eyes went wide, and her breath hitched in her throat. She stared at the toy, then looked up at Mia's face. "You brought that for me?"

Claire gulped loudly.

"I bring it everywhere," Mia said with a cocky grin. She reached down and pushed a button on the base. A loud, buzzing hum filled the quiet entryway. The toy vibrated aggressively in Mia's hand. "But I want to use it on you today. I want to hold it against your clit until you scream."

Claire swallowed hard. Her pale chest flushed red. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Do it. Put it on me."

They didn't even make it to the living room couch. Claire's knees felt weak, and she just sank down right there in the hallway, grabbing the fabric of her denim dress and pulling it up over her head. She threw the dress onto the floor, leaving her completely naked, having already lost her underwear at the park. She leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs wide open on the hardwood floor.

Mia looked down at the older woman. Claire’s pussy was already soaked, the slick wetness shining between her thighs. Mia didn't bother taking off her own dress yet. She just dropped to her knees between Claire's spread legs, holding the buzzing toy in her right hand.

"You're so fucking wet, Claire," Mia said, staring directly at her crotch. "You want this?"

"I want it so bad," Claire moaned, her head thumping back against the drywall. "Hurry up, Mia. Just put it on me. Fuck."

Mia reached out with her left hand and spread Claire's outer lips apart, exposing her swollen clit. She didn't tease her or take her time. She took the vibrating pink silicone and pressed the thick head directly against Claire's clit, pushing down hard.

Claire let out a loud, sharp scream that echoed up the stairs. Her hips bucked off the floor automatically, trying to push back against the intense vibration. "Fuck! Oh my god, Mia. Fuck!"

"Keep your legs open," Mia ordered, her voice completely serious. She kept the toy pressed firmly against the older woman, letting the electric motor do all the work. "Don't move. Just take it."

"It's too much, fuck, it's so good," Claire babbled, her hands grabbing her own breasts, looking for something to anchor her to reality. "Press it harder. Don't stop."

Mia held Claire in that paralyzed state for more than a minute, staring deep into the pale green eyes of her best friend's mother who was now her quivering bride-to-be.

Finally, after a minute of sensational torture, Claire could hold on no longer.

"I'm going to come right now. I'm going to come. Fuck, Mia..."

"Come for me, baby," Mia said, her eyes fixed on the spot where the toy met Claire's flesh. The wet sound of the silicone buzzing against Claire's slick skin filled the small hallway. "I love watching you get off."

Claire's body started to shake. Her thighs clamped down around Mia's wrists, squeezing tight as the orgasm hit her. She screamed Mia's name, her voice devoid of any restraint. "Mia! Fuck, I love you! I love you so much!"

Even as Claire came, even as the older woman’s hips spasmed and jerked on the floor, Mia kept the vibrator pressed down hard against her sensitive nerves, forcing her to feel every single second of it. Claire was sobbing and gasping, her chest heaving, her whole body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

When the contractions finally started to slow down, Mia turned the toy off. She pulled it back and set it on the floor next to her knee. She looked at Claire, who was slumped against the wall, trying to catch her breath, her legs still splayed wide open.

"My turn," Mia said bluntly.

She stood up and grabbed the hem of her floral dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it next to Claire's. She was entirely bare, her dark skin contrasting with the pale wall behind her. She looked down at Claire, her breathing hot and heavy.

"Get up," Mia told her. "Take me to the couch. I want you to put your fingers inside me while you suck my tits."

Claire didn't argue or hesitate. There was no resistance left in her. That was all sapped out by another mind-blowing orgasm and primed away by Brianna's wicked intervention.

The older woman pushed herself up off the floor, her legs shaking slightly, and grabbed Mia's hand. They walked naked into the living room as the afternoon sun spilled through the front windows. But they didn't care about closing the blinds. They didn't care about keeping quiet. They didn't care about formality or decency.

All they cared about was getting each other off.

Claire pulled Mia down onto the large fabric sofa, laying her flat on her back. She pulled Mia's knees up and spread her legs apart and crawled right on top of her.

"I want to feel you inside me," Mia said, looking directly into Claire's eyes. "Three fingers. Just shove them in."

Claire reached down, not even bothering to use spit. Mia was already dripping wet from watching Claire climax. Claire lined up her middle, index, and ring fingers against Mia’s opening and pushed forward. Mia gasped loudly, her back arching off the couch cushions as the three fingers slid deep inside her tight wetness.

"Is that good?" Claire asked, her voice low and gritty. She started to pump her arm, pulling her fingers almost all the way out before slamming them back in.

"Yes," Mia groaned, her hands reaching down to grab Claire's hips to hold her in place. "Fuck, yes. Do it harder. Just like that."

Claire lowered her head, opening her mouth wide, and clamped her lips around Mia's left nipple. She sucked hard, pulling the sensitive flesh into her mouth, her teeth scraping lightly against the hardened peak. Mia let out a long, loud moan, her head thrashing side to side on the armrest of the couch.

"I love your young body," Claire mumbled around the nipple, her fingers continuing to thrust rapidly in and out of Mia's pussy. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies hitting together was loud and rhythmic. "I want to fuck you every day. You're going to be my hot, little trophy wife."

"I am," Mia agreed, her voice strained as the pleasure built up. "Whatever... whatever you want. I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me."

Claire pulled her mouth off Mia's breast and looked down at where her hand was working between Mia's legs.

She wanted more. She wanted Mia to feel every ounce of searing hot torture she'd felt earlier.

"I want to use the toy on you," Claire said, her chest heaving. "Where is it?"

"By the door," Mia panted, her hips still jerking upward even though Claire had stopped moving her hand. "Go get it."

Claire scrambled off the couch, walking naked into the entryway. She picked up the pink silicone vibrator from the floor and walked back into the living room. Mia was lying there, exposed, her chest rising and falling quickly, her pussy swollen and shining with her own juices.

Claire climbed back onto the couch, positioning herself between Mia's legs again. She turned the toy on, selecting the highest speed as the loud buzzing sound filled the room again.

"Spread them wider," Claire instructed with a focused expression.

Mia pushed her knees further apart to give Claire complete access. Claire took the vibrating head of the toy and pushed it firmly against Mia's clit. At the exact same time, she shoved two fingers back inside Mia's hole.

Mia’s reaction was instantaneous. She screamed, a loud, high-pitched noise that tore from her throat. Her hands flew up and gripped the back of the couch tightly.

"Oh fuck! Claire! Holy fuck!" Mia yelled, her body bucking violently.

"Take it, baby," Claire said, her voice dominant. She pushed the toy harder against the clit, keeping her fingers moving in a steady, pumping rhythm inside the tight canal. "I want you to come so hard for me."

"It's so much, it's so fucking much," Mia cried out, tears of pleasure actually forming in the corners of her eyes. "Don't stop. Don't stop. I'm coming. I'm coming right now!"

Mia's internal muscles clamped down hard around Claire's fingers. Her whole body went rigid, vibrating along with the toy.

She let out a continuous, unbroken scream as the orgasm ripped through her, completely consuming her. Claire kept the vibrator pressed down, making sure Mia felt every last drop of the climax.

Upstairs, Maddie lay in her bed, the music blasting in her headphones. But even the loud bass wasn't enough to drown out the muffled sounds of the screaming coming from the living room. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, feeling a wave of resentment wash over her.

It was going to be a long weekend. She couldn't wait to go off to college.

Downstairs, Mia finally went limp against the couch cushions. Claire turned the toy off and pulled her fingers out. She crawled up Mia's body and laid on top of her, resting her head on Mia's chest, listening to her racing heartbeat.

"That was amazing," Claire whispered, kissing the sweaty skin on Mia's neck. "You're so beautiful when you come undone like that. I could watch you lose it for me every second of every day."

"I want to do it again," Mia breathed, her arms wrapping tightly around Claire's bare back. "I just need a minute. Then I want you to sit on my face again."

"Anything you want," Claire promised, her hand trailing lazily down Mia's side. "But maybe we take this to the bedroom?"

Still struggling to catch her breath, Mia finally gasped: "Whatever you want, babe."

With her lover's permission, Claire wrapped her arms around Mia's bare back and slid her hands securely under the younger woman’s thick thighs.

With a grunt of effort, Claire lifted the college student entirely off the couch and into her arms.

Mia immediately reacted, wrapping her legs tightly around Claire's waist and locking her ankles behind the older woman's back to secure her balance. Their naked bodies pressed flush against one another, their skin sticking together from the sweat they had already worked up downstairs.

Claire adjusted her grip, holding Mia securely against her chest, and began to carry her out of the living room and toward the staircase with a strength that seemed almost inexplicable.

Claire’s bare feet padded heavily against the wooden steps as she began the climb. She was breathing hard, the weight of the younger Latina was a solid, grounding, and incredibly hot presence against her body. With every single step Claire took upward, her soft, sloping breasts pressed flat against Mia's chest, the friction of their bodies sliding together sent fresh jolts of electricity straight down to Claire’s aching core.

Mia had wrapped her arms around Claire’s neck, and buried her face in the older woman's messy red hair, inhaling the scent of her sweat and her expensive shampoo.

Mia looked over Claire's shoulder as they reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hallway toward the master suite.

Technically, in the real world before this afternoon, Mia had never been upstairs in Claire's house before. In reality, she had only ever sat in the living room or in Maddie's room or stood in the kitchen waiting for Maddie to grab her things.

But as Claire carried her through the doorway of the master bedroom, a massive, overwhelming wave of memories flooded Mia's brain. Brianna's intense mental manipulation worked instantly, filling in all the empty blanks of her reality with vivid, crystal-clear history.

Mia instantly recognized the large, dark oak dresser in the corner of the room. She recognized the beige curtains hanging over the wide windows. And she instantly, intimately recognized the modest queen-sized bed sitting in the center of the room, covered by a thick, fluffy white duvet.

This was their room.

This was their private little nesting place where they could shut out the entire world.

Mia's mind provided highly detailed images of lying on that exact duvet. She remembered the specific, clean smell of those pillows. She vividly remembered the exact feeling of Claire pushing her down on that mattress for the very first time they had ever crossed the line.

She remembered the way Claire had aggressively spread her legs and fucked her right in the exact dead center of that bed.

She remembered the intense, emotional aftermath, lying tangled in the messy sheets, sweating profusely and trying to catch their breath, when they had both looked into each other's eyes and confessed their love for one another out loud for the very first time. It felt as real as her own heartbeat.

Claire walked slowly over to the side of the bed. She bent her knees carefully and gently set Mia down right on the edge of the mattress. The bedsprings dipped slightly under Mia's weight as she settled onto the soft edge.

Mia sat there naked, her back straight and her bare feet resting flat on the thick bedroom carpet. She looked up at Claire, who was standing right in front of her. Claire’s chest was heaving up and down from the exertion of the carry, her red hair messy and falling in damp strands over her sweaty, freckled shoulders.

An idea popped into her head. She voiced it without a second thought.

"Give me a lap dance," Mia said bluntly. Her voice was flat, totally serious, and thick with a commanding lust.

Claire's face instantly flushed a dark, embarrassed shade of crimson. She reflexively crossed her arms over her bare breasts, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious and vulnerable standing exposed in the middle of the room. She shifted her weight nervously from one bare foot to the other, looking down at the carpet instead of meeting Mia's intense gaze.

"Mia, no," Claire said, letting out a nervous, awkward, breathy laugh. "I can't do that. I look stupid doing stuff like that. I'm forty-two years old. I'm old and I'm dorky. You're the one who is hot and cool and knows how to move. I don't know how to dance like that. I'll just look ridiculous."

Mia didn't back down. She looked up at the older woman, deliberately softening her features. She made her big, dark eyes go incredibly soft and wide, looking up through her long eyelashes. She gave Claire the absolute ultimate doe eyes, pushing her bottom lip out in a tiny, devastating pout.

"Please, baby," Mia said softly, her voice practically purring. "You are the hottest woman I have ever seen in my entire life. I just want to sit here and watch your beautiful body move. Just do it for me. I promise I will make it exactly even for you as soon as you're done. Please, Claire."

Claire looked down at Mia's pleading face, taking in the gorgeous Latina features and the spectacular naked body sitting on her bed, then let out a long, defeated sigh. A small, genuine giggle escaped her lips, breaking the tension.

The truth was that she was completely and hopelessly obsessed with the young woman sitting on her bed. She couldn't say no to her.

"Fine," Claire said, dropping her arms to her sides and exposing her chest again. "I would do anything for you, Mia. You know that."

It started off very slow, and it was extremely awkward at first.

There was no music playing in the quiet bedroom to help establish a rhythm. The only sound in the room was the heavy, nervous breathing coming from both of them, and the distant hum of the central air conditioning.

Claire stood about a foot away from Mia's knees. She started to slowly sway her hips from side to side in a basic, hesitant motion. It was painfully obvious that she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she just ran her palms up and down her own bare thighs awkwardly. She looked down at the floor, too embarrassed by her own movements to make direct eye contact at first.

But Mia was transfixed by the sight. She didn't think Claire looked dorky or stupid at all. Mia stared hungrily at the older woman's wide, mature hips. She watched the way the pale flesh moved and rippled just slightly with every sway of her pelvis.

Mia's dark eyes traveled upward to Claire's soft, sloping breasts. She watched the full, womanly mounds bounce and sway beautifully with the imagined rhythm of her tentative dancing. The pale pink nipples were already hard and erect as Claire moved her torso.

Claire took a small step forward, closing the distance. Seeing the absolute hunger burning in Mia's eyes, her confidence began to build. The embarrassment began to melt away, completely burned off by the intense heat of Mia's unblinking stare.

Claire stepped right into Mia's space, spreading her legs to either side of Mia's clenched knees. The slight contact gave her another slight surge of confidence.

She began to dance her naked body directly against Mia's sitting form. Claire's bare thighs brushed deliberately against the sides of Mia's knees. Claire's flat stomach rubbed lightly against Mia's face and chest as she moved her hips in a much smoother, dirtier figure-eight motion.

Mia couldn't hold herself back for another second. She reached out with both hands and grabbed Claire's bare waist, her fingers digging into the older woman's soft flesh. Claire's skin was hot to the touch and slightly damp with an eager sweat. Mia pressed her open mouth directly against Claire's flat stomach and began to aggressively kiss, leaving long, wet trails of saliva right above Claire's belly button.

Mia's hands moved down the redhead's bod to the wide swell of Claire's hips. Her fingers instinctively began to squeeze and knead the soft, full flesh of her lover's ass.

Claire let out a low, guttural moan, savoring the wet heat of Mia's mouth dragging across her stomach. The older woman started to tease Mia playfully as her confidence continued to build. She bit down hard on her own bottom lip, looking down at Mia with half-closed, heavy, bedroom eyes.

Claire deliberately wiggled her ass, shaking her hips so that her wet, bare pussy ground lightly against Mia's chest just for a brief, tantalizing second before she pulled her hips back away out of reach.

Mia swallowed hard, her throat clicking audibly in the quiet room. She had never been turned on as much in her entire life. She was throbbing with a steady, painful ache radiating deeply between her legs. The smell of Claire's arousal was intoxicating. She wanted to physically consume the older woman standing in front of her.

Claire turned around slowly, dragging her thighs against Mia's knees again as she presented her back to the younger woman. She wanted to give Mia a full, unobstructed view of her ass.

Claire bent her knees slightly, resting her hands firmly on her own thighs for balance, and began to slowly shake her hips side to side. She let her round, pale ass bounce right in front of Mia's face, teasing her with the exact prize she knew the younger woman was dying to taste.

That was it.

Mia couldn't take another single second of the teasing.

She got up abruptly from the edge of the bed, her sudden, aggressive movement startling Claire. Before the redhead could turn back around to see what was happening, Mia grabbed Claire firmly by the bare shoulders.

With a hard, urgent, and incredibly forceful pull, Mia spun Claire around and immediately dropped her backward onto the mattress. Claire let out a loud, surprised yelp as her back hit the fluffy white duvet, her legs bouncing up slightly in the air from the sheer physical impact of the throw.

Mia immediately crawled up onto the large bed like a predatory animal, positioning herself directly between Claire's spread legs. It was time to make good on her specific promise to make things even. It was time to perform absolute, dedicated service on the woman she loved.

Mia knelt firmly on the mattress between Claire's wide-open thighs. She looked directly down at the redhead's entirely exposed crotch. Claire's pussy was already soaked from the activities downstairs and the lap dance that followed.

The slick, clear desire heavily coated her swollen inner lips and pooled thickly around the base of her clit. The natural scent of a deeply aroused woman filled the small space between their bodies.

Mia didn't dive right in and go straight for the center. She wanted to make this last for a very long time. She wanted to draw the service out until Claire was completely, undeniably out of her mind with raw pleasure.

Mia leaned forward, supporting her upper body weight on her elbows sinking into the mattress, and pressed her open mouth heavily against the inside of Claire's right thigh. She kissed the soft, pale skin there with a wet smacking sound.

"Mia," Claire breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling at a rapid, panicked pace. Her hands reached out blindly, her fingers digging desperately into the thick white fabric of the duvet on either side of her hips.

"Keep your legs wide open," Mia instructed, her voice dropping into a low, rough, demanding whisper. She moved her head over to the left thigh and pressed a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin there. "I want to take my time with this body. I want to taste every single part of you before I let you come."

Mia dragged her tongue slowly up the inside of Claire's thigh, leaving a thick trail of spit behind, stopping just a single inch below the wet, swollen folds of her sex. Claire let out a sudden, nervous giggle.

The anticipation was making her crazy. She squirmed restlessly on her back, her hips lifting off the mattress, trying to forcefully push her crotch closer to Mia's teasing mouth.

"Don't move," Mia commanded softly, but with complete authority. She reached up with both hands and grabbed Claire's thighs tightly, her fingers pressing into the flesh, holding the older woman firmly in place against the bed. "Just lay there and let me eat you."

Claire shivered. She nodded wordlessly.

Mia finally lowered her face all the way down into the wet heat and opened her mouth wide. She pressed her flat tongue directly against the very bottom of Claire's slit.

She didn't move her tongue at first. She just held the warm, wet muscle firmly against the sensitive pink flesh of Claire's opening. The older woman let out a sharp, ragged gasp that sounded like she was choking on air as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Mia began to slide her tongue upward. She moved in a brutally slow, agonizingly deliberate vertical line, dragging the rough surface of her tongue straight up the slick, wet crease of Claire's pussy. She tasted the heavy, salty, musky flavor of the older woman's desire.

Another shiver.

Then she pushed the very tip of her tongue forcefully between the swollen inner lips, spreading them apart manually to get deeper, more intimate access to the hot heat inside.

"Oh my god," Claire groaned. Her head thrashed violently back and forth against the pillows, her red hair turning into a tangled mess. "Oh my god, Mia. Yes. Right there. Just exactly like that."

Mia reached the very top of the slit and easily found the hard, swollen bump of Claire's clit. Instead of just lavishing it with her tongue, Mia pressed her lips tightly around the entire area and sucked gently. She pulled the sensitive bundle of nerves entirely into her young mouth and held it there, letting the natural, pulling suction draw immense pleasure from Claire's deepest corners.

Claire shrieked a loud, high-pitched scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Fuck! Mia, fuck! That feels so fucking good!"

Down the hall, in her bedroom, Maddie was lying face down on her bed, trying to pretend she couldn't hear. Her expensive, heavy-duty noise-canceling headphones were clamped tightly over both of her ears and the volume on her iPhone was turned up to the maximum limit.

It gave her no peace.

She was trying desperately to block out the horrific reality of what was happening down the hall between her own mother and her former best friend. But the endeavor was fruitless. Her mother's screams could've woken the dead, lacking in any maternal restraint or modesty.

Maddie squeezed her eyes shut in the dark, a massive wave of intense disgust and deep anger washing over her entire body.

She could hear her mother shrieking and gasping. She could hear the distinct, totally unmistakable sound of her mother yelling the word "Fuck!" at the absolute top of her lungs.

And thanks to Brianna's coercion, Maddie believed that this was normal. She believed this happened all the time.

She groaned loudly into her pillow, hating the fact that Mia was back in town. She hated that her mother, who was usually so put-together, turned into this needy, shameless freak the second the college girl arrived back on their doorstep.

Back in the master bedroom, Claire had no idea how loud she was being, and the truth was, she wouldn't have cared even if someone had told her. All that existed in her entire universe right now was the incredible, mind-melting feeling of Mia's wet mouth pushed hard against the flesh between her legs.

After a torturous few minutes, Mia finally released the swollen clit from her suction and returned to using just her tongue. She started to flick the pointed tip of her tongue rapidly back and forth directly across the swollen nub.

Left to right, left to right, over and over and over again. She kept the physical pressure consistent, never pushing too hard, but never letting up for even a fraction of a second.

Claire started to cry. Genuine, hot tears of overwhelming physical pleasure leaked continuously out of the corners of her closed eyes and ran down the sides of her face into her red hair. She was sobbing and giggling at the exact same time, her brain completely short-circuiting from the relentless, intense stimulation between her legs.

"You're so perfect," Claire cried out, her voice cracking and breaking with emotion. "I love your mouth on me. I love it so fucking much. Please don't ever stop."

"I'm not going to stop," Mia mumbled, her voice heavily muffled against the wet, slippery flesh of Claire's crotch. "I'm going to make you come so incredibly hard."

Mia lifted her right hand from the bed. She brought her index and middle fingers up to her own mouth, licking them thoroughly with her tongue to cover them in her own saliva, mixing it heavily with the taste of Claire. Then, without looking away, Mia pushed the two soaking wet fingers directly into Claire's slick opening.

Claire screamed again, a long drawn-out wail of pure, physical ecstasy. Her hips bucked violently off the mattress, entirely of their own accord. Mia pushed her two fingers in all the way to the knuckles, feeling the warm internal walls of Claire's pussy squeeze down around her intruding digits.

Mia began to pump her fingers in and out in a slow, steady, pounding rhythm, matching the relentless flicking of her tongue on Claire's clit. In and out, left and right, the familiar rhythm returning. The combination of the deep internal friction and the sharp, pinpoint external pleasure was completely and utterly devastating to Claire's nervous system.

"Fuck meeeee!" Claire screamed directly at the ceiling, her voice raw. Her hands were gripping the white duvet so incredibly hard that her knuckles were white and her forearms were shaking. "Fuck, Mia! Oh my god, yes! Fuck meee!"

"I am, baby," Mia murmured, pulling her mouth back just a tiny fraction of an inch to make sure her words were understood. "I'm eating your wet, dripping pussy just like you love it. You taste so fucking good, Claire. You are so soaking wet for me right now."

"I am, I am," Claire babbled wildly, her words slurring together as the pleasure scrambled her thoughts. "I want you so fucking bad. I'm getting so close. I'm going to come, Mia. I'm going to come right now."

"Not yet," Mia ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Mia intentionally and cruelly slowed her entire process down. She pulled her two fingers almost all the way out of Claire's dripping canal, leaving just the very tips resting inside her lover's opening. She stopped flicking her tongue to slow the impending release.

Instead of licking, she simply pressed her open, wet mouth directly above Claire's clit and breathed heavily, blowing hot, humid air over the slick, hyper-sensitive nerves without actually touching them.

Claire whined loudly, a desperate, frustrated animalistic sound. Her hips chased blindly after Mia's retreating mouth, lifting off the bed to try and force the direct physical contact back into existence.

"No, please," Claire begged, crying openly and loudly now, the tears streaming freely down her flushed cheeks. "Please, Mia. I need it so bad. Don't tease me like this. Please let me come. Please just let me come."

"Tell me you love me," Mia demanded, her voice authoritative, dark, and utterly controlling.

"I love you!" Claire screamed at the top of her lungs, her body trembling violently. "I love you, Mia! I love you so much! Please!"

Mia smiled wickedly. She could've continued to torture her former best friend's mom. She could've kept her drenched and dampened and begging for release.

But she loved this woman too much to torture her any longer. She violently shoved her two wet fingers back inside Claire's pussy with a wet, slapping schlock. At the exact same moment, she clamped her lips tightly around Claire's swollen clit and sucked inward as hard as she physically could.

She pulled the entire highly sensitive nub into her hot mouth and gulped.

Claire completely erupted in a wall-shaking eruption. The massive climax hit her directly to the center of her chest like a widow-making heart attack.

Her body went rigid, her spine arching so hard off the mattress that the heavy wooden headboard repeatedly slammed against the bedroom wall with a loud, rhythmic, banging noise.

"Fuck! Oh my god, fuck!" Claire screamed, the sound raw and tearing violently from her throat. Her pale, freckled thighs clamped down like a vise grip directly around Mia's head. The younger Latina didn't flinch or try to pull away. Mia kept her mouth firmly, tightly sealed over Claire's swollen, throbbing clit.

She let out another deafening scream that lasted for ten solid, unbroken seconds, vocalizing the physical overload she was experiencing.

Maddie heard the impossibly loud wail, ripped the headphones off her head in total defeat, and threw them violently across her bedroom, burying her face under her pillows to try and muffle the sound of her mother's screaming climax.

Claire's muscles clamped down around Mia's two fingers. Her walls spasmed, milked, and throbbed uncontrollably around the younger woman's digits. A massive wave of viscous liquid shot out from the very center of Claire's sex.

But Mia was an absolute, dedicated expert. She didn't flinch or pull her face away for a single second. She stayed clamped down tight over Claire's gusher, her mouth acting as a perfect, unbreakable vacuum seal against the older woman's body.

As the tidal wave of liquid release poured out of her lover, Mia swallowed, drinking down every single drop of Claire's massive orgasm. Mia's jaw physically ached from the intense effort, but she refused to stop her service.. She expertly caught every single stray drop of the syrupy liquid with the flat of her tongue, making absolutely sure that not a single speck of the messy, heavy climax spilled onto the pristine, fluffy white duvet beneath them.

The sheer volume of the gushing eruption was genuinely staggering. As the climax broke, Claire's hips bucked upward one final, massive time, her bare heels digging hard into the soft mattress, before her entire overstimulated body finally collapsed downward like a stone.

"Holy fuck," Claire gasped out, her chest heaving violently up and down as she desperately dragged oxygen back into her lungs. Her face was flushed a mottled, blotchy red. Sweat poured heavily down her forehead, plastering her messy red hair directly to her damp skin. "Mia. Oh my god."

Mia slowly, deliberately pulled her two fingers out of Claire's entrance, making an obscene pop sound as she retreated. Mia lifted her head from between Claire's thighs, her chin and lips shining heavily with the evidence of the orgasm. She looked directly into the eyes of the woman she had just completely and utterly destroyed.

"You came so fucking hard for me, baby," Mia said, her voice dropping into a low, heady rasp. She wiped the back of her hand firmly across her wet mouth, licking the remaining moisture right off her own skin. "You flooded my entire mouth I almost drowned." she giggled. " I hope that's how I eventually go out."

Claire whimpered with a slight lilting giggle.

"I couldn't stop it," she panted, her legs still splayed wide on the bed, her inner thigh muscles still twitching lightly. "You make me feel so crazy. You fuck my mouth and my pussy so good. I just want to lay right here and let you do whatever you want to me."

The loud, wall-shaking banging of the headboard had reverberated into the wall studs and straight up through the ceiling joists, carrying the heavy vibrations down the hall to the bedroom where Maddie was trying to dissociate.

She hated this. She absolutely and totally hated her life right now. The physical disgust rolling around heavily in her stomach actually made her want to vomit.

She could still hear the exhausted panting coming from down the hall. She could hear the hushed, vulgar murmurs of Mia talking explicitly to her mother. It made Maddie's skin crawl.

Her mother used to be a normal, strict, entirely boring widow. Now she was a screaming, squirming. shameless sexual deviant who couldn't keep her legs closed for a single second around Mia.

She lay there in the dark, her face buried in her pillow, and her mind immediately snapped back to the strange, clandestine conversation she had just experienced earlier at the park.

She remembered walking away from the picnic table. She remembered feeling anxious and totally displaced as she walked down the paved concrete pathway, leaving her mother and Mia alone together. She had walked right past the large water fountain and ducked behind a stand of green oak trees, just trying to get a few minutes of quiet space away from the two women who constantly made her feel like a totally unwanted, annoying third wheel.

For minutes, she just wandered. For minutes she finally had peace.

That was exactly when the mysterious jogger from before, Brianna, who had told her to take a walk and leave her alone with her best friend and her mother, returned to make a strange offer.

Maddie's false memories, implanted and perfectly cemented by Brianna's intense mental manipulation, told her that Mia and Claire had been doing this sick, highly sexual routine for months.

But Brianna seemed to behave as if there was more than what she was letting on.

Maddie remembered the exact way Brianna's sandy blonde ponytail had swayed heavily as the fit woman walked right up to her. She remembered the intense, piercing look in Brianna's eyes. It was a look that saw through Maddie's frustrated exterior and looked directly into the angry resentment boiling right in her gut.

"God, you must hate it." Brianna had said, her voice smooth and knowing.

Brianna reminded her that Mia and her mother had been fucking for months. Reminded her that Mia never cared about her but simply used her to get closer to Claire. Reminded her how they almost rubbed their disgusting romance in her face.

Maddie also remembered the wave of total validation that had washed over her entire body when Brianna pointed out how gross and entirely unfair it all was. She hadn't even stopped to question how this totally random stranger knew the intimate, deeply personal details of her home life. The words just felt completely, undeniably correct.

“That’s true love for you," she'd remembered Brianna said. "When two women finally realize they are meant to be together, sometimes they can be... insatiable.”

Maddie rolled heavily over on her bed, pulling the thick pillow off her face and staring directly at her ceiling. The rhythmic thumping from down the hall had stopped, replaced now by the soft, annoying sounds of giggling and wet, sloppy kisses. The contrast between her cold, quiet bedroom and the sweaty, sex-filled room directly below her made her physically angry.

"If you ever start thinking about getting a little payback for your ex-best friend stealing your fucking mother—”

Those were the words Brianna had used. Payback.

Maddie hadn't asked what Brianna had in mind or how she'd intended on doing it. She wasn't sure why the stranger was so insistent it had to wait until she turned 18.

"You know who to call."

She reached for her phone from the empty spot next to her on her bed and unlocked the screen with an irritated swipe. She scrolled through the list of people she knew to varying degrees and then stopped in her tracks upon the sight of the strange woman's newly added contact.

Brianna 😉

Maddie sighed and laid her phone face down against her chest.

As she inhaled, trying to savor what had suddenly become a welcome silence throughout the house, she flinched as the sound of the downstairs stereo system roared to life.

"I, I'm I'm so in love with you

Whatever you want to do

Is all right with me..."

At some point, Mia and her mother had made it back downstairs and must've decided to have an impromptu romantic dance party to a song that was probably twice as old as either she or Mia was.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled out her calendar. Her birthday was still four months away.

She wasn't sure she would be able to live like this for another four months. There was no way she could put up with the disgusting sounds of her mother being used and manipulated by her former best friend.

She still had no idea how it was going to happen. She didn't know what Brianna's actual methods were, or how a totally random stranger in the park could possibly interfere with the established, obsessive lesbian relationship that had taken over her home.

But Maddie didn't care about the logistics at all. She only cared about the final end result. She was going to find a way to get back at Mia. She was going to wipe that smug, satisfied, horny smile right off the Latina's face permanently.

Mia had seduced her mom. Mia had ruined her life.

And Maddie was determined to have the last laugh.