63. Eli's Peeping and the Mother-Daughter Standoff
I was pounding away at Cecilia's pussy from behind when a sudden noise made every sense in my body sharpen. Focusing on the wardrobe, I quickly realized someone was inside. Naturally, the first person who came to mind was Eli.
I made a strange face for a split second but kept my hips moving naturally to avoid suspicion. She might notice if her big sis picked up on something.
Why the hell is she hiding in the wardrobe, peeping on me and Cecilia having sex? It's not like she's playing hide-and-seek with ghosts in there...
Could she have already known about me and Cecilia, and I've just been oblivious this whole time? Is this her first time spying?
I mulled it over briefly but decided not to sweat it. After all, she was just peeking through a cracked door without making any moves. If she were really pissed, she'd have burst out yelling "Mom!!!" But no, she was dead silent, holding her breath. Who knows—maybe she was fingering her pussy like when we mutual-masturbated.
Best not to poke the bear. Instead, now that it was out in the open like this, I figured I'd give her a proper show. Some wild, beastly sex would broaden Eli's sexual horizons. Truth be told, I was mostly doing it because it was fun.
I signaled Cecilia and adjusted our position while keeping the rear-entry pounding going. Now, from inside the wardrobe where sis was hiding, she had a front-row view of my ass, with my cock teasingly visible in and out of sight.
Then I pulled Cecilia back into a tight embrace from behind, mounting her like animals in heat. That way, Eli got a crystal-clear look at where my dick connected to Cecilia's pussy.
I thrust my hips vulgarly, slamming into her pussy hard, etching the sight of my cock pistoning wildly in and out into Eli's mind. Squish...♥ Splurt...♥!! Squish-squish!! The junction of our genitals spewed obscene amounts of pussy juice, making the scene even more depraved.
A faint rattle came from the wardrobe again—something shifting inside. She was getting a VIP seat to our genitals slapping together and spraying fluids.
It had to be too much for Eli to handle. I hoped she was at least masturbating.
After filling her womb to the brim with semen, I grabbed Cecilia—who was whining that she didn't want any leaking out, clenching her pussy tight—and forced her to expel it all into some tissue. Guess we'd be changing sheets again come morning.
"Raoul. Mama's thirsty♥," Cecilia wheedled with a lewd expression, begging to suck down my semen. Seizing the chance, I decided to let Eli know just how much of a pervert her mom really was.
I deliberately brought up the distorted "milk" story, even throwing in the mug detail to plant the seed for sure. The wardrobe stayed utterly silent, like Eli was hanging on every word.
This was gonna be fun. I didn't care if Eli thought her mom was a total slutty pervert. The key was that Mom had a weakness over her daughter now—the dynamic was worlds apart from the other way around.
If Cecilia caught us peeping, she'd lay down the law, monitor us like hawks, and get even more possessive. But Eli couldn't do that. Unless she straight-up yelled "Let go of Raoul!" and stormed off, what leverage did she have? It gave the "weaker" side some ammo, balancing things out a bit.
Whether it'd work or not, I'd find out soon enough.
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A few days later, the weekend rolled around. Until then, sis kept hesitating whenever she saw me, her face twisted in agony, but she never quite mustered the words.
Even amid her inner turmoil, we still banged religiously. The body's honest, at least.
And that evening at dinner, Eli finally screwed up her courage and spoke to Cecilia across the table.
"Mom. I have something to say... Can we talk later?"
"Sure... gulp. What is it? You can say it now."
"...It's important, so maybe just us two?"
"Oh?" Cecilia glanced at me, then nodded slightly to herself. "Got it. After dinner, come to my room for a bit. Raoul? Sis and I need to talk..."
"Sure thing," I replied, fighting back a grin as I answered Cecilia. Of course. Make way. Popcorn time.
After dinner, I quietly excused myself. Once out of their sight, I bolted to the bedroom with excited steps—dot dot dot!—slammed the door, and dove onto the bed.
Time to turn on the TV. Drama's probably starting any second.
I focused my divine power to summon the crystal orb and swiftly switched the view to the living room. Lucky—commercials just ended, and it was kicking off.
"…………."
In the heavy silence, Eli and Cecilia still sat facing each other. Eli, who'd been avoiding her mom's eyes, finally spoke up slowly.
"I saw you."
"Saw what, dear?"
"You and Raoul having sex."
"………………………."
Cecilia froze at Eli's bombshell, at a total loss for words. She gawked across the table, mouth flapping in panic, before desperately trying to calm her pounding heart.
"E-Eli. Wh-what did you just say...? You must be mistaken or something."
Finally locking eyes with her mom—who was now playing dumb—Eli burst out in a choked voice.
"I really saw it! Y-you were shaking your ass at Raoul, seducing him all lewd-like... And Raoul was behind you, shoving his, his, his dick…"
"W-wait. Eli. Shh. Shhh…!!!" Cecilia panicked hard, pressing a finger to her lips to hush her.
"………And begging Raoul to put it in... You were wearing super slutty clothes too…"
"J-just... keep your voice down… please…"
Cecilia said that, then frantically racked her brain. Her face screamed 'How long has she known? It's all the usual stuff we do... How much does she know?'—every possible thought racing through her head. But no solutions for the crisis.
Watching her mom like that, Eli mustered her courage and started firing off her burning questions.
"Mom. What's this 'milk' thing...? D-don't tell me you really made Raoul think semen is milk? You actually drink his cum from a cup every lunch? And why make him call you 'Mama'…?"
"Ah, uh, uwaaaaaah……………."
A dumb, pathetic groan I'd never heard from Cecilia escaped her lips. Her face might as well have had "Game Over" stamped in huge letters. Not just the sex—she'd been exposed for her twisted education too.
"You're... such a pervert, Mom. Teaching Raoul all that weird stuff…"
"……………Sorry."
Cecilia hung her head, out of excuses. Eli snuck peeks at her bowed head with her eyes, a triumphant 'Gotcha' look, and pulled out her prepared lines.
"J-just stop from now on... Anyway! I'll take care of Raoul from here... And he'll sleep in my room!"
Hmm. Not bad, Eli. So that's what she'd cooked up.
"…………."
Cecilia lifted her head after a moment, staring intently at Eli.
"Wh-why are you looking at me like that?" Eli asked back, her voice flustered.
That's when Cecilia noticed Eli's cheeks were faintly flushed. She swallowed hard... and went for broke.
"Truth is, I wasn't gonna say anything, but... I saw you and Raoul sneaking around in your room too…!"
"Wh-what?! Liar! Mom!"
Caught off-guard by the counterattack, Eli panicked visibly. That sealed it for Cecilia.
"No way. You two always prop up a canvas in the same spot, pretending to paint. I cracked the door once and saw you touching each other all lewd, then on the bed…!"
"Uwaaah…!! Stop…!"
With sis beet-red and flailing her hands, Cecilia looked utterly shocked, eyes wide.
She muttered quietly, "…Yeah. That explains it. You always blush if I barge in suddenly... And all that crashing around…"
Damn, she's turning the tables. Logically, Cecilia would've acted immediately if she'd known, so it was obviously a bluff... But Eli hadn't thought that far, sensing something fishy but not biting back.
Sigh. Even with the best weapons and troops, it's all psychological warfare in the end... No need for history lessons when you watch enough soap operas. Kidding.
Anyway, bottom line: they both knew I was banging each of them now.
"………."
"………."
In the tense silence, Eli spoke first.
"…Raoul sleeps in my room from now on."
"What? Still…? N-no."
Eli shot her mom a aggrieved look.
"You've... already done it with Raoul so much…! Staying up all night for over three hours…!"
"Uh, ugh…."
"I-I know you're pretty, Mom, and Raoul might like that, but teaching him weird stuff is wrong. Raoul likes me too... I like him…"
Cecilia felt her heart stab at Eli's straight talk but held firm. Things were even now.
After some back-and-forth glaring, the wiser adult Cecilia cleverly took the reins.
They'd both been busted anyway. No way either wanted to give up this thrill.
"How about this."
"…Like what?"
"We split the time... Sneaking around makes it hard to divide fairly... So we tell Raoul."
"T-tell Raoul?"
"…Hear me out. Raoul's innocent and doesn't know much—he listens to us, right?"
"…Yeah."
"…So we tell him we both know now, no need to hide. We act normal otherwise. And split Raoul time equally."
"………."
Eli pondered, then nodded to herself. From her view, sneaking meant losing me while she was at the academy, or me saying I wanted to sleep with Cecilia at night—total wash.
In the end, they dramatically agreed to split me 50/50 for sex.
"…I'll go tell Raoul now."
"I-I'm coming too. You might say stuff that favors you…"
"Ugh… F-fine…"
Cecilia's face suggested she'd planned to get there first with some ploy. I could picture her cooing, 'Raoul. Wanna keep sleeping with Mama? Tell Eli that, okay?' like a custody battle.
"Wait, Eli…"
"What?"
Before heading to my room, Cecilia held her back, hesitating. Her face flushed as she whispered,
"…Don't tell Raoul about the milk thing."
Eli started to speak but clamped her mouth shut, imagining something. She swallowed, cheeks pinkening, and murmured back,
"O-okay… Might confuse him…"
Sis's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she said it.