Sarah stood frozen in the living room, suitcase abandoned by the doorway. Her eyes stayed glued to Lucy’s outstretched finger, still coated with thick, creamy evidence of what her husband had just pumped into her own daughter.
The air felt heavy, thick with the unmistakable scent of s*x — salty, sweet, and raw.
“What the hell have you two done?” Sarah’s voice came out barely above a whisper, but it cracked with something more than anger. Her chest rose and fell fast. Those n*****s, clearly stiff against her blouse, betrayed her.
Lucy didn’t flinch. She stepped closer, holding her finger like an offering. “We’ve been f*****g, Mom. Raw. Every chance we got while you were gone.” Her voice stayed soft, almost tender. “Daddy stretched me open on your bed. Filled me in the kitchen. Bent me ov
