The Parking Lot — 9:47 AM

The sedan sat still.

Engine off. Windows fogged thick at the edges from the stink of sex and spit still hanging in the air. The Blac Corporation building loomed forty metres ahead, but nobody gave a fuck about it right now.

He was in the back seat.

Both sluts were crammed in there with him too.

Jenny’s face was smashed right into his lap like she belonged there. Vivienne’s too. Both on their knees in the cramped footwell, shoulders jammed tight together, tits squished against each other’s arms, both their greedy whore mouths latched onto the same fat cock like a pair of cock-starved bitches fighting over a bone.

Jenny owned the shaft. Her fat tongue slobbered up the entire throbbing underside in long, sloppy drags, thick strings of spit already dripping off her chin onto his balls. Both hands twisted around the middle in a slow, nasty corkscrew grip, squeezing out more precum like she was milking a fucking cow.

Vivienne owned the balls. Her warm, wet mouth vacuum-sealed around the heavy sack, sucking loud and wet — *schlorp, schlorp, schlorp* — cheeks hollowing hard while her tongue rolled and lapped at every wrinkled inch. Both palms kneaded his thighs like dough, red eyes watering as she stared up at him through her lashes, silver rings glinting like cheap whore jewelry.

He looked down at the filthy mother-daughter tag-team.

Arm slung along the back seat, face bored as ever.

"What the fuck are you two cum-dumpsters even doing?"

Jenny popped off his cock with a loud, wet *GLUCK*, spit and precum webbing from her swollen lips to the glistening head in thick ropes.

She looked up, red eyes hazy, lips puffy and shiny, dried cum flakes from the highway still crusting her jaw.

"Taking our fucking reward, Master."

Vivienne released the balls with an obscene *pop*, tongue dragging a fat trail of saliva up the shaft until both their mouths collided at the swollen purple crown, lips stretching wide around it together like they were sharing the sloppiest kiss of their lives.

"Taking our fucking reward," Vivienne echoed, voice husky and dripping with need.

He watched them swap the cockhead between their open, drooling mouths, tongues flicking and wrestling over the leaking slit, mixing their spit into a shiny mess that ran down the shaft in fat rivulets.

"You haven’t earned shit yet."

"We know," Jenny purred, then stuffed half the cock back down her throat in one greedy motion, *gluuuurk* — throat bulging visibly as she forced it deeper, gagging wetly around the thickness.

"Fucking that useless little slut Thalia," Vivienne added, licking the underside vein like a bitch in heat. "While we warm this fat cock up for her."

He tilted his head, voice low.

"You’re calling your own daughter a slut. As her mother."

Vivienne’s red eyes flicked up, lips stretched around the head again, sucking hard with filthy *slurp-slurp-slurp* noises before she pulled off with a gasp.

"That worthless little cum-rag is useless," she hissed, voice thick with spit. "Whatever hole she’s become to you, I don’t give a shit. But this cock—" Her fingers locked around the base below Jenny’s hands, squeezing possessively. "—she’s gonna share it. So I’ll be a forgiving mommy and let the little whore have her turn... after I drain every last drop that belongs to me first."

Jenny had already crammed the cockhead back between her lips during the speech, suckling noisily, cheeks caving in, throat making wet *glk-glk-glk* sounds as she bobbed like a piston, drool pouring down her chin in messy sheets and soaking into her dress.

She pulled off just long enough to growl, "Same fucking thing, Mommy," then slammed her face down again, choking herself on it with wet, desperate gurgles.

He stared at the two broken whores.

"You’re both filthy fucking hypocrites."

They moaned in unison around his cock and sucked twice as hard — Jenny’s throat convulsing, Vivienne’s tongue lashing the underside like she was trying to milk him dry.

His jaw tightened.

His hand shot to the back of Jenny’s head and shoved her face down without warning, forcing every inch down her tight throat until her nose mashed into his pubes.

"Fuuuuck—!"

Jenny’s eyes rolled back, throat bulging obscenely, loud wet *GLUUUUCK-GLUUUUCK* noises filling the car as she gagged and swallowed around him.

Both of them went feral — Jenny’s throat milking him in rhythmic spasms, Vivienne’s hands pumping the shaft in sloppy twists while her tongue slobbered all over the balls again, moaning like a bitch in heat.

His head slammed back against the seat.

"Ahhh, shit—!"

He came like a firehose.

Thick, heavy ropes exploded straight into Jenny’s stuffed throat — *splurt, splurt, spluuuurt* — so much it made her gag and choke, cum bubbling out the corners of her stretched lips.

She swallowed the first two massive loads with wet, gulping *glk-glk* sounds, eyes watering.

Vivienne snarled and yanked her daughter’s head off by the hair — hard.

Jenny cried out around the mouthful, a thick white strand of cum stretching from her lower lip to the pulsing cockhead like a filthy bridge as she was ripped away.

"M-Mother— you fucking bitch—!" Jenny choked, swallowing hard, glaring sideways with cum still dribbling down her chin.

Vivienne’s mouth slammed over the cockhead instantly, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss as the final heavy pulses flooded her throat — *gulp... gulp... gulp* — throat working visibly while she drank every drop like the greedy cum-slut she was.

Jenny wiped the mess off her face with the back of her hand, still glaring, but her thighs were rubbing together, pussy obviously soaked.

Vivienne pulled off slow, lips shiny and swollen, a final thick string of cum and spit connecting her to the cock until it broke and splattered across her tits.

She turned to Jenny.

Both their mouths opened wide right in front of him, tongues out like good little whores — Jenny’s share of the first thick loads pooled on her tongue, Vivienne’s fresh hot cum from the finish mixing with it. Their saliva was everywhere, strings of it stretching between their lips, the combined filthy taste of cock, cum, and mother-daughter spit sitting thick between them.

"Do you like it, Master?" Vivienne moaned, voice hoarse.

He looked at the two open, cum-filled mouths, both pairs of red eyes staring up with that same broken, addicted patience.

"Do your fucking work," he growled.

They closed their mouths at the same time.

*Gulp... gulp.*

Swallowed it all down with wet, satisfied sounds.

And smiled — small, filthy, satisfied smiles of two well-used cum-dumpsters who’d just gotten exactly what they came for.

They climbed out of the car.

Doors opening, morning air hitting their flushed, messy skin.

Jenny stepped out first, yanking her dress down with two quick tugs, but the fabric couldn’t hide shit. Twelve hours of getting railed showed in every sloppy step — thighs thick and sticky, rubbing together with that wet, used-up glide. Her ass jiggled heavy and obscene under the skirt, fat cheeks wobbling with every step like they still remembered the pounding. Nipples rock-hard and pierced, poking through the thin cotton like little whore beacons. She looked exactly like the cock-drunk slut she was.

Vivienne stepped out behind her, moving slower, heavier.

Her massive tits swayed and bounced inside the blouse with every step, the new rings tugging the fabric into two obvious points, nipples stiff and leaking a little spit and cum residue. Hips rolling in that deep, mature fuck-me sway, thick thighs still shiny-wet on the insides from her own dripping cunt. She didn’t bother wiping anything. She liked the mess.

They walked toward the building side by side.

Both asses jiggling and bouncing in their clothes like cheap porn sluts. Heels clicking. From the rearview mirror they looked exactly like what they were — two freshly throat-fucked whores still tasting cum on their tongues, sent off to do their Master’s dirty work.

He watched them go, head falling back against the seat.

Exhaled.

"This mother-daughter cum-rag duo is really..."

He didn’t finish.

Just stared at the ceiling a second, then pulled out his phone and dialed.

The connection rang twice.

"Hello, Darithi," he said, voice back to that lazy, in-control tone. "How’s our doctor?"

## Blac Corporation — Ground Floor Lobby

The lobby was the kind of clean that costs money.

Marble that reflected footsteps back up at you. A reception desk running the full width of the far wall in matte black stone. Two security barriers requiring an ID pass. Potted plants that were real, not artificial, because artificial plants were a class indicator the building’s designers had opinions about.

People moved through it with the particular purposeful blankness of office workers who had somewhere to be.

Vivienne walked through the entrance and looked at none of it. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her eyes went directly to the reception desk.

She crossed the lobby at a pace that suggested she had been walking into rooms that didn’t belong to her for decades and had stopped registering it as an obstacle.

"Where is my daughter?"

The receptionist — young, well-presented, the specific alert expression of someone paid to remain pleasant through all circumstances — looked up.

Blinked.

"I’m sorry?"

Vivienne looked at her for exactly one second with the patient expression of a woman who has asked a question and expected it answered.

Then she reached into her handbag.

Pulled out an ID card.

Government issue. Laminated. Her photograph, her name, and under listed dependents, a single name that the receptionist read, looked up from, looked back down at, and read again.

’Thalia Blac.’

"Oh—" The receptionist’s posture changed entirely. The professional pleasantness snapped into something more vertical. "Forgive us, ma’am. We didn’t — we had no notification that the new Director’s mother would be—"

"Boss." Vivienne tilted her head slightly. "You said boss."

"Yes, ma’am. Miss Thalia was recently appointed—"

"That little girl." Vivienne’s expression moved fractionally. Not quite a smile. Something that contained both pride and something that wasn’t pride, something older and more complicated. "She really became big."

A pause.

"Come on, then." She put the ID away. "Show me the office."