They made their way down the short hallway and into the living room, where Aria was sitting upright on the sofa.
She was still wearing the same light blue sundress she had worn that morning, and Arthur knew with absolute certainty that she was completely bare underneath it, going commando just as she had been all day.
In fact, her wet blue lace panties were still folded neatly inside his pocket, a silent trophy of their earlier encounter.
A faint, pink blush stained her cheeks, and her eyes burned with a mix of anxiety and heavy, desperate anticipation.
The moment she saw him step into the room, she immediately jumped to her feet.
"Good evening, Aunt Aria,"
Arthur greeted her politely, his voice smooth and entirely composed—a stark, chilling contrast to the crude, degrading tone he had used to order her around like a common whore earlier that day.
Aria hesitated for a split second, her throat tightening before she managed to force the words past her lips, her voice trembling slightly.
"Good evening... Arthur."
That was all the warning he needed. He decided it was time to kick his game into full gear.
Instantly, the polite warmth vanished from his expression.
His voice dropped several degrees, turning bone-chillingly cold, while his face settled into a dead, flat mask devoid of any human emotion.
"Is that how you greet me, Aria?" he snapped, his eyes locking onto hers with terrifying intensity.
Aria visibly shuddered, her knees going weak as a tremor ran straight through her body.
Whether that sudden, violent shiver was driven by raw, paralyzing fear or the filthy rush of remembered pleasure was a secret only she and God knew.
Standing right beside him, Sadie blinked in utter confusion, her head snapping back and forth between her mother and Arthur.
A frown of genuine disapproval formed on her young face, her brow furrowing as she prepared to scold him for the blatant disrespect of calling her mother by her first name.
Before a single word could leave Sadie’s lips, however, she was completely paralyzed, frozen in absolute shock by what her mother did next.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Aria’s trembling fingers caught the hem of her light blue sundress and yanked it straight up.
The fabric flew past her hips, exposing her completely naked, hairless pussy right there in the open living room.
Her slick, swollen folds were fully on display, glistening under the bright indoor lights.
Her face burned a fiery, humiliated red, yet her eyes swam with a heavy, decadent fog of raw excitement.
"W-Welcome, Sir, to my house," she stammered, her voice shaking violently between shame and breathless eagerness.
"My... my lewd pussy greets you."
For a split second, even Arthur was rendered entirely speechless.
He had merely intended to break her down, expecting her to drop the formal title and address him as ’Sir’ to reestablish his dominance.
He hadn’t anticipated that she would throw away all remaining shreds of maternal dignity and flash her own daughter without a second thought.
It seemed he had severely underestimated just how deeply wired the submissiveness and shameless lewdness ran in the women of this warped, masochistic world.
Regaining his composure behind his emotionless mask, Arthur gave an approving nod. "Good girl."
Maintaining his chillingly calm exterior, he walked past the paralyzed, open-mouthed Sadie, stepped up to Aria’s side, and casually settled down onto the sofa.
For a long, agonizing second, the only sound in the living room was the hum of the air conditioner.
Then, Sadie’s voice broke the silence, pitched high and cracking with absolute horror.
"Mom! What are you doing?! Drop your skirt, right now!"
Aria didn’t pull the fabric down. Instead, she turned her flushed, tear-bright eyes toward her young daughter, her lower lip trembling.
"I... I wasn’t ordered to, Sadie," she whimpered, her voice thick with wretched shame. "I can’t do that..."
Sadie looked utterly mortified, the blood draining completely from her face.
She spun around, her sapphire eyes wide with desperation as she locked onto Arthur, her hands balling into tight fists.
"Arthur! What are you doing to her?!" Sadie pleaded, her voice shaking as she took a frantic step toward him.
"Please... ask Mother to stop! Make her drop her skirt!"
She tried to mask it behind her panic and outrage, but Arthur didn’t miss a thing.
Deep beneath the shock and the desperate pleas in her voice, he caught the subtle, unmistakable shift in her sapphire eyes.
The raw panic was already bleeding away, replaced by a sudden, heavy glaze of lust.
Seeing her own mother standing bare and completely helpless, reduced to a submissive plaything, was sending a twisted, electric jolt straight through Sadie’s own nervous system.
In any normal world, a daughter witnessing such a degrading display would have flown into a blind rage or called the police.
But here, in this warped, masochistic reality, the sight didn’t spark disgust—it acted as a powerful aphrodisiac, bending their deeply wired female instincts toward total, helpless surrender.
Arthur slowly shifted his cold, emotionless gaze away from Aria and locked it entirely onto Sadie.
The heavy, suffocating weight of his stare hit her like a physical blow, causing her to visibly flinch and step back, her breath hitching in her throat.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the crumpled blue lace panties—her mother’s underwear, still damp and smelling faintly of their earlier encounters.
He held them up for a fraction of a second before dropping them onto the cushion beside him.
"Come sit beside me, Sadie," Arthur commanded, his voice flat, low, and absolute.
Any remaining resistance or teenage defiance completely evaporated from her system.
Trembling with a potent mix of nervous anticipation and rising arousal, Sadie obeyed instantly, walking over like a sleepwalker and sitting down right next to him on the sofa.
Before she could even settle properly, Arthur reached out and grabbed her legs, hauling them up over the cushions and forcing her to turn sideways.
He pushed her back until she was half-reclining against the wooden side railing of the sofa, completely exposed and entirely at his mercy.
Without a word of warning, his hands dropped to her waist.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tight black athletic shorts and dragged them down her legs, kicking them off the edge of the couch.
Underneath, she was wearing a pair of simple, cute white cotton panties.
Without pausing, he hooked his thumbs under the delicate elastic sides and stripped those away too, baring her completely.
Sadie didn’t offer a single ounce of resistance.
Instead, her hips twitched upward to help him strip the fabric away, her breathing turning ragged and shallow as a heavy, feverish heat flushed across her skin, screaming of a dark, eager excitement she couldn’t possibly hide.
Standing just a few feet away, Aria was still holding the hem of her light blue sundress clutched tightly in her fists, keeping her naked lower half completely exposed to the room.
The sight of her younger daughter being manhandled, stripped, and dominated right beside her acted as a powerful catalyst.
A thick, glistening stream of slick love juice leaked freely from her swollen folds, dripping down her inner thighs as she watched the scene unfold.
Her breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, and her face was flushed a deep, sinful red.
Far from feeling any maternal horror or protective instinct, her eyes burned with an overwhelming, warped sense of lust and vicarious thrill, her whole body trembling as she silently begged for her own turn to be used again.
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