She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 473: The Sons’ Unease

Alex stood tall, looking down at the breathtaking sight before him.

Two elegant, married women knelt completely naked at his feet. Their expensive dresses lay discarded around them like forgotten symbols of their former dignity.

Luciana and Regina stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the massive, throbbing cock standing proudly before their faces. Shock, awe, and a hint of fear were clearly written across their flushed expressions.

A dark, arrogant smirk spread across Alex’s lips.

He shifted his hips forward casually, letting his heavy, rock-hard cock swing and slap against their cheeks with a meaty thwack.

"Already afraid, huh?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Both women gasped softly as the weight and heat of his monster cock struck their faces. A string of precum smeared across Luciana’s cheek while Regina instinctively licked her lips, still staring at it in disbelief.

Luciana was the first to recover. She looked up at him with trembling lips, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s... so much bigger than I imagined..." she admitted, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and excitement.

"But afraid?" A mischievous, hungry smile suddenly bloomed on her face. She glanced at Regina for a moment before looking back up at Alex with bold, lust-filled eyes. "We would die for a cock like this..."

Regina nodded slowly, still mesmerized by the thick, veiny length throbbing in front of her.

She licked her lips and added breathlessly, "Yes... We’d gladly let you ruin us with it. Our husbands could never compare."

Alex chuckled darkly, a deep, satisfied sound that sent shivers down both women’s spines. He gripped the base of his massive shaft and tapped the heavy head against their plump lips repeatedly, smearing them with his precum.

"Then you’d better start worshipping it properly," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Show me exactly how badly you want your sons’ enemy to ruin you."

Luciana and Regina exchanged one heated glance... a silent challenge passing between them. The competitive spark in their eyes was unmistakable. Without wasting another second, both women leaned forward eagerly.

They started together.

Regina’s soft hand wrapped around the thick base of Alex’s cock first, her fingers barely able to close around his impressive girth. Luciana followed immediately, placing her hand just above Regina’s, both of them stroking him slowly, feeling the pulsing heat and hardness in awe.

"It’s so heavy..." Regina whispered, her breath hot against the swollen head.

Luciana didn’t reply with words. Instead, she leaned in and pressed her full lips against the side of his shaft in a slow, reverent kiss.

Regina quickly followed her lead, kissing the other side. Their soft, warm lips traveled along his length as they worshipped him with increasing hunger.

They began licking him together... long, slow, wet strokes of their tongues gliding from the base all the way up to the throbbing tip. Their tongues occasionally met and brushed against each other around his cock, sending sparks of forbidden excitement through them.

The competitive edge between the two mature women grew stronger with every passing second.

Luciana took the head into her mouth first, sucking greedily while her hand pumped the remaining length. Regina refused to be outdone — she lowered her head and started licking and sucking on his heavy balls, moaning softly as she tasted him.

They worked in perfect, sinful harmony... hands stroking, lips kissing, tongues licking and swirling. Soft, wet sounds filled the private lounge as both women gave themselves completely to worshipping Alex’s massive cock.

Alex looked down at the breathtaking sight with dark pleasure. These two elegant, high-society wives clearly knew what they were doing... their mouths and hands working him with practiced hunger, yet trembling with genuine desperation.

He reached down and gently gathered their hair, pulling it back from their faces and letting it fall behind their shoulders so he could have a perfect view.

"Good girls," he murmured approvingly. "I want to see your faces while you worship my cock."

His hands then slid down their smooth backs, feeling the curve of their spines before moving around to cup their heavy, hanging breasts.

He squeezed them firmly... kneading and massaging them as if trying to milk the two married women right there on their knees.

Both Luciana and Regina moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations traveling straight through his shaft. The pleasure only made them work harder. Instead of slowing down, their sucking and licking became even more eager, almost frantic.

"Fuck... that’s it," Alex groaned softly, his fingers digging deeper into their soft, heavy tits. "Look at you two. Kneeling here like proper little sluts, sucking the cock of the man your sons hate. Does it taste better now that I’m playing with these fat tits?"

Luciana pulled off the head for a second, gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Yes..." she moaned shamelessly. "It tastes even better..."

Regina took over immediately, trying to push more of his thick length into her mouth, her eyes watering but filled with lust as Alex continued squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Alex smirked, voice low and commanding:

"Don’t stop. Show me how much better I am than your useless husbands."

***

Meanwhile, inside the Grand Convocation Hall, the atmosphere around Marcus’s seat had turned tense and gloomy.

Marcus Steele sat rigidly in his chair, his face ashen and twisted with barely contained rage. He had received his degree folder... 17th rank.

The once-proud young master, who had always comfortably stayed in the top 10, now found himself pushed far down the list.

Seventeen.

The humiliation burned deep in his chest.

Sophia sat close beside him, gently rubbing his arm in a comforting manner. She leaned in affectionately, pressing her soft body against his side.

"Seventeenth is still a very good rank, Marcus," she whispered soothingly. "It’s not like you have to worry about finding a job or anything. Your family name alone is enough."

Marcus didn’t reply, his jaw clenched tight. What made it worse was that Sophia had ranked 15th — higher than him. She, who had always stayed just behind him in previous years, had now surpassed him.

Sensing his darkening mood, Sophia leaned even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered seductively, "Don’t be angry, baby... I’ve prepared a special gift for you today. Something I know you’ll love. Just wait until we’re alone."

Marcus’s eyes lit up with sudden interest. A hungry, possessive smile replaced some of his anger.

"Really?" he asked, turning toward her. "When? I really can’t wait now..."

Sophia gave him a sweet, teasing smile and gently squeezed his thigh. "Soon. Be patient."

Sitting right beside them, Robert and Tyler had already received their degrees. Both had crossed the 30th rank mark — respectable enough for their social circle, but neither of them cared even slightly about their results.

Their minds were elsewhere.

Both boys kept glancing at Alex’s empty seat in the scholarship section and then toward the now-empty VIP balcony where their mothers had been sitting. The bad feeling in their chests had only grown heavier with every passing minute.

Tyler’s fists were clenched tightly on his thighs. Robert’s face looked pale, a mixture of suspicion, anger, and fear swirling in his eyes.

’Where the hell did Mom go?’

’And why did Alex leave right after them...?’

The longer they sat there, the more their imaginations ran wild with terrible possibilities.

Robert and Tyler exchanged a single, tense glance. No words were needed. The same dark suspicion burned in both their eyes.

They stood up almost simultaneously, as if they had silently reached an unspoken agreement. Ignoring the ongoing ceremony, they made their way toward the VIP family balcony where their parents were seated.

Their fathers noticed them approaching and smiled proudly.

"Father," Tyler asked as casually as he could manage, "where did Mom go?"

Robert quickly added, trying not to sound anxious, "Aunt Luciana too. We didn’t see them after they left."

Their fathers chuckled lightly, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in their sons’ minds.

"Oh, they just stepped out for some fresh air," Tyler’s father replied calmly. "You know how your mother gets during long ceremonies."

Robert’s father nodded in agreement and patted both boys on the shoulder with fatherly affection.

"But forget about that for now. Congratulations on your ranks, boys! Crossing the top 30 is still commendable. We’re proud of you."

Both men beamed with satisfaction, completely unaware of the tension radiating from their sons.

Robert and Tyler forced polite smiles and nodded.

"Thank you, Father."

Inside, however, both boys were seething with frustration.

’How can you be so clueless?’ they thought bitterly.

Their mothers had left with flushed faces and hurried steps... and now Alex was also missing. The pieces were far too suspicious to ignore.

After exchanging another quick look, Robert and Tyler made up their minds.

Without saying anything more to their fathers, they turned and headed toward the exit of the Grand Convocation Hall, determined to find their mothers themselves.