“Mom, it’s…” I lick my lips instinctively, wanting to taste the cum as it sticks on my nose and my eyelashes, dripping down my chin. Her eyebrows shoot up another inch and a half. “It’s…”
“It’s none of her fucking business, baby,” Daddy growls, squeezing out the last spurt of semen onto my cheek.
“None of my business? None of mybusiness?” Mom shrieks. “That’s my daughter! Or, no, wait, that’s a little fucking whore.” Her eyes narrow.
Is it disapproval I see in her face, or jealousy?
“Mom, please—” I mumble, my face smeared and dripping in Reuben’s release.
“Get to your room, right now,” She screams. “And you?” she points at Reuben, then shakes her head. “How long—"
“She’s not going anywhere.” Daddy’s hand rests on my head as I try to wiggle out from in front of him, his dripping cock still hard in front of my face. And I have to admit… Still tempting. Even with my mom standing there, part of me wants to take a quick lick at that last droplet seeping out of the tip. “Winona ismine. And you can either accept that or get out. Your choice, Catrina.”
“You’re herstepfather, for Christ’s sake!”
“Hmm, not really. But none of that fucking matters anyway. She’s legal, you can’t do a fucking thing about this. You get on board with that, you can stay for a while. But you apologize for calling her a whore.”
“I will not.” Mom folds her arms over her chest. I don’t miss the way her eyes keep darting to his cock, and I do wonder why Reuben is not in any hurry to cover us up.
“Yeah, you’re right. You shouldn’t stay here. We need our space, because shit like this?” He waves a hand in front of him, where I’m frozen, blinking, dripping with his sticky cream. “This shit’s gonna be going on a lot, and we need our privacy.”
“And where exactly am I supposed to go?”
Daddy shrugs. “A hotel. A hostel. Back to fucking Vegas, for all I care.”
Mom huffs. “Fine. I’ll go to the Hilton. I’ll need your credit card.”
“Mom—”
“I’m not talking to you while you’re… Like that…” Mom turns her head, eyes on the ceiling. Again, I try to get to my feet, and again Daddy pushes me back down.
I give the softening head of his cock a quick lick to see if I can make it hard again.
I can.
“Apologize,” Daddy demands.
“I will not.”
“Then I’m not paying for your hotel room.”
“This is ridiculous. You’re getting ablowjobfrom my daughter, and somehowI’mthe bad guy?” She scoffs. “At least give her a blanket. And cover that thing up.”
“Catrina.” Daddy uses that growly voice that makes my stomach roll over.
“Fine. I’m…” She darts a quick look at me, then back to the ceiling. “I’m sorry I called you a whore, Winona. Even though—”
“Good, let’s leave it at that. Go to the front desk at the Hilton, I’ll have a room booked for you by the time you get there.”
Mom sighs, turns, and picks up her bags before heading to the door. When she has it open and is ready to step out, Reuben adds, “You know I’ll treat her right. And we’d both prefer you to be in our lives than not. But the ball is in your court. I’m sorry you saw what you saw. We weren’t intending to drop it on you like that. We didn’t expect you back until later. Start looking for a place of your own. I’ll send over your budget to your email later.”
Mom doesn’t say another word. She steps outside and slams the door closed behind her.
And I kiss the tip of Daddy’s cock again, giving him a sweet smile as he turns to look at me instead of her.
“You’re a good Daddy,” I say. “I want her to be taken care of, no matter what.”
“I try to be…” He strokes my head, then pulls away from me and picks up a letter from the table. “I was going to wait until later for this, but I wasn’t expecting your mom to get an early flight.”
