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#36
The air thickened, charged with the weight of discovery.
Christina’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that drowned out the soft sounds of William’s recovering breaths beside her.
Why am I panicking? Why should I be scared? The questions clawed at her mind, but her body betrayed her, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.
Slowly, the initial shock hardened into something fiercer.
Her wide, panicked eyes narrowed into sharp daggers, fixed on her mother with unyielding intensity. Heat flooded her cheeks, not from the flush of shame, but from a rising tide of indignation that burned hot and bright.
How dare they? The realization crashed over her like a wave. All of them—enjoying William in secret, keeping this from me?
Christina’s throat tightened, words catching like thorns in her windpipe. She forced them out, her voice low and sharp, slicing through the tension that thickened the room like a fog.
“When did this start?”
Allison tilted her head knowingly, her smirk widening as she looked at her daughter, who stared back like a cornered wildcat ready to pounce.
She knew exactly what Christina meant.
“Just last week,” she replied smoothly, as if announcing something trivial, like the shift in the evening breeze or the color of the sky.
Christina’s breath caught, a sharp hitch that made her breasts strain against her disheveled blouse. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as the betrayal sank deeper.
“And no one bothered to tell me?!”
Allison’s smirk turned sharper, smug, as if she relished the sight of her daughter’s fluster. She leaned back on her hands, deliberately casual.
“Please. You were living happily with your boyfriend. Why would we disturb your fun?”
Christina’s cheeks flamed scarlet, the heat spreading like wildfire down her neck. Her body jolted with indignation, a surge that made her thighs clench involuntarily, still sensitive from her encounter with William.
“You—! How did you—?!”
“What? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Allison cut in, her voice laced with mockery, sharp as a whip’s crack. Her eyes glinted like knives in the half-light, pinning her daughter in place.
“You? The girl who skips classes, fails quizzes, and barely studies for exams—suddenly playing diligent little student with a ‘friend’? Doing homework? Preparing for exams? Come on, Tina, you think I’d buy that charade?”
Christina flinched as if struck, her mouth opening in a gasp, but nothing came out.
Allison watched her daughter’s silence and smirked. It was a look she would never direct at her beloved son—but one she never hesitated to use on her daughters.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love them; she did, in her own strict and unsparing way. But William… William was different.
Allison would not hesitate to say that she loves William more than anything in this world. Even her daughters would not be able to replace him in her life. He is her treasure, irreplaceable in her life.
Nevertheless, she also loves her daughters. And she was strict with them because she knew how they thought and acted. She can understand them. Their little thoughts. So she tends to be strict with them. And since they are both women, she believes there is no harm in showing them her true self, the part of her that she would never allow her son to see.
“Please. Spare me. You couldn’t sell that lie to a toddler. And worse, I am your mother for freaking sake. I know you from in and out, Tina—every skip, every sly glance, every time you’ve snuck off to satisfy that itch you have.”
Christina’s breath came fast, ragged pulls that made her whole body tremble. Her lips quivered, heat climbing up her neck into her face until her whole expression glowed with embarrassment, a deep crimson that clashed with the lingering arousal from moments before.
She wanted to deny it, to argue, to scream something back—but her mother had nailed her to the wall with nothing but words, stripping away the illusions in the dim glow of their shared family secrets.
“You should’ve seen your face,” Allison said softly, chuckling to herself. “Caught red-handed now, huh?”
“I—shut up!” Christina snapped, her voice high, breaking. “I—it’s not like you’re any better!”
“Oh?” Allison’s brow rose in amusement. “Deflection. Cute. Go on then—what’s my sin?”
“You—you’re—you’ve been sneaking around with him too!” Christina blurted, pointing accusingly at William, though her voice cracked halfway. “And not telling me—like I’m some outsider!”
“Is that what this is about?” she asked slowly, her tone dipping low. “You’re jealous.”
Christina froze, her whole body stiff. Her mouth opened, but words failed her.
Allison’s smirk returned, brighter this time.
“Unbelievable. Tina, the shameless brat who lies about studying just to run off with her boy toy—jealous that we didn’t invite her for a quality family time?”
Christina’s face burned so hot she thought her skin might peel.
“I—I am not—!”
“Yes, you are.” Allison leaned closer to her daughter. “And it’s adorable. Although, looking at you, things with your boyfriend must not be going smoothly, huh.”
Christina grunted.
Seeing her reaction confirmed her words, and Allison could not help but chuckle in amusement. Suddenly, a low groan rumbled from her son’s throat, deep and heavy, cutting through the heated silence like a warning bell. Both women froze.
Christina’s breath hitched, panic flickering across her face. Her hands instinctively pulled back, and her eyes shot wide toward him.
For a terrifying moment, she thought he would wake, catch them both mid-confrontation. On the other hand, Allison was calm. She looks at her son, the evil smirk on her face now gone, replaced with a beautiful, loving, and doting smile. She stroked her son’s head affectionately.
William stirred in his sleep, a low groan slipping from his lips as if trapped in a half-dream. His brow furrowed, and his hand twitched, reaching out blindly until it brushed against his mother’s chest.
Without missing a beat, Allison caught his hand and pressed it firmly against the swell of her breast.
Instantly, William shifted onto his side, clinging to her as though she were the only anchor in his dream. His arm wrapped around her, his face buried against her softness.
“He loves my tits,” Allison teased with a quiet chuckle, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Christina, sitting stiffly on the other side, narrowed her eyes.
“Yours?”
Her tone was sharp, a sneer curling her lip.
In this world, big breasts and wide hips were considered unattractive burdens—something men found cumbersome. But William’s grasp, tight and unyielding, painted a different picture.
Allison arched a brow, her grin widening.
“Yes. Mine. You can see it, can’t you?”
She shifted just enough for Christina to watch William squeeze unconsciously in his sleep. He looked like a koala latched onto a tree trunk—clumsy, needy, and utterly unwilling to let go.
Christina’s scowl deepened, but Allison leaned into it, stroking William’s cheek with her knuckles.
“Cute, isn’t he? He just knows what he likes. And apparently, he loves me. I’ve lost count of how many times he said he loves me these past few days, and damn, it’s bliss every time,” she said proudly.
Suddenly, Christina grabbed the hem of her clothes and pulled them over her head. And then she climbed on the bed. Seeing this, Allison frowned.
“What are you doing?” she said.
Christina smirked back, scoffing.
“If he likes yours,” Christina added with a sly grin, her eyes flicking down to her mother’s chest, “then he’ll like mine too.”
She shifted closer deliberately, the mattress dipping as she slid onto her brother’s other side. Her hand brushed against his shoulder, possessive and bold.
Allison rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. She watched as Christina leaned down so that her breast brushed against her brother’s arm. She pressed in slowly, deliberately, her lips twitching into a cocky grin as if daring her mother to stop her.
William stirred faintly, his brow furrowing in his sleep. A low hum escaped his throat as his arm twitched—and then, to Christina’s satisfaction, his hand shifted from the sheets to rest against her side, dangerously close to her chest.
Christina’s eyes lit up in triumph.
“Hah. See? He’s reaching for me.”
Allison rolled her eyes.
But Christina’s happiness was short-lived when suddenly, William shifted again—rolling instinctively toward Allison, his arm slipping right past Christina to curl tighter around Allison’s chest. His face buried itself against her soft curves, a content sigh leaving his lips as he nuzzled deeper.
The smug look drained from Christina’s face in an instant, replaced by a glare.
“Tch—are you kidding me?”
Allison chuckled, patting William’s head with exaggerated tenderness.
“Told you. He prefers mine~”
“How is that possible!? Mine are smaller than yours!”
“It’s the scent, probably. He said my smell calms him down.”
Christina sat up slightly, crossing her arms with an annoyed huff.
“Unbelievable. He’s practically drooling on you.”
“Mmhm,” Allison hummed, eyes half-lidded as she looked down at William like he was her prize.
“I heard some men seem to like chests that are big and fat. Although that was just a rumor without proof, I never thought my brother would be one of them,” Christina muttered in curiosity.
“And it’s not just that,” Allison grinned. “Your brother’s a horny dog. He likes sex as much as us. Heck, he’s even more insatiable.”
“No way!” Christina looked at her mother in disbelief. “I don’t believe it.”
“It’s up to you whether you believe it or not,” Allison shrugged her shoulders.
Christina watched her mother curiously before her gaze dropped down to her breasts, which her brother was pressing his face against.
She had no idea what cup size her mother was, but her breasts were large, pendulous globes of creamy flesh topped by wide areolas and stiff nipples. And you’re telling me William loves them? That boy who called our breasts fat and ugly?
Christina was doubtful, but the scene in front of her proved her mother’s words.
Then Allison did something that washed away her doubts.
Her mother placed her hand on the back of William’s head and guided his mouth toward her left breast. To her surprise, William immediately closed his lips around her nipple and started sucking.
Is this guy really asleep?
She wondered when she saw her brother’s throat moving as if he was sucking something out of their mother’s tits.
“He’s asleep,”
As if reading her mind, Allison said to her daughter.
“He’s always like this. He’s a deep sleeper. However, if you put your breast close to his lips, he would start sucking it. Isn’t he cute?”
“Are you sure he’s asleep?”
“Yep. I discovered this the night before, when my breasts brushed against his lips as I moved in the middle of the night, and he latched onto it almost instinctively. And yes, he’s sleeping. Though I can’t blame him— Daniela tired him out yesterday. And even last night, he came inside me three times,” she said while stroking his hair lovingly.
“Look at him sucking his mother’s nipple. How cute. I can’t help but remember when he was a baby; he always loved to suck milk from my breasts~”
Christina looked at her mother and suddenly felt jealous. She had the urge to grab William and let him suck her breasts instead. How amazing would that be?
Suddenly, she realized something. She seems to see something in her mother’s expression. She looks at him with love and lust, but there is also something mixed in… maternal.
“Mom?” she called out. “Did you?”
“Hm? What is it?”
Christina frowned, “Mom, are you taking your pills?”
Allison’s expression changed with realization. She looked at her daughter and smiled, “No,” she said, surprising Christina. “Not anymore.”
“Mom! Are you saying, you’re trying to get pregnant?!”
“Oh, is that bad?” Allison smirked.
“Mom! I’m serious!”
Allison chuckled, “Oh, don’t be a pansy, dear. I might have, if I were ten years younger. But I’m past the expiration date. You know I can’t conceive anymore.”
