The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism Chapter 118 | Watch Closely, Sugar

I laughed, breathless and dizzy. "Pretty sure that’s my line."

"Not when I’m the one in control."

Behind us Sloane made a sound that was half gasp, half sothing else entirely. I turned my head to look at her and found her staring at us with wide eyes, her breathing heavy and unsteady. Her thighs were pressed together and her hand was hovering near her stomach like she wanted to touch herself but wasn’t sure if she was allowed.

Diane noticed too. She rose to her feet with that sa impossible grace, turning to face her daughter with a smile that was pure mischief.

"You liked watching that," she said. Not a question.

Sloane’s face went scarlet. "I—you—that was—"

"Use your words, sugar."

"That was insane," Sloane finally managed. "You just—he—and you—"

Diane laughed, the sound warm and genuinely amused. She crossed to the bed and sat on the edge near Sloane, reaching out to tuck a strand of pink hair behind her daughter’s ear in a gesture that was tender despite everything else happening.

"Co here," she said gently. "Let teach you."

Sloane’s eyes went even wider. "Teach what?"

"How to please a man like that. How to make him lose his mind the way I just did." Diane glanced at over her shoulder, her smile turning wicked. "Lukas doesn’t mind being the teaching aid. Do you?"

My brain had mostly turned to mush but I managed to shake my head. "Definitely don’t mind."

Sloane looked between us, her expression caught sowhere between mortification and genuine curiosity. The curiosity was winning. I could see it in the way her eyes kept dropping to where I was still half-hard despite having just finished, in the way her breathing picked up when Diane’s hand trailed down her arm.

"I don’t know if I can do what you just did," Sloane said quietly.

"You won’t. Not at first." Diane’s voice was patient, almost maternal, which was deeply weird given the context. "But that’s what practice is for. And you’ve got plenty of ti to learn."

Sloane bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth while she considered. Finally she nodded, the movent small but clear.

"Okay," she said. "Okay. Teach ."

Diane’s smile was pure pride. She stood and moved back toward , beckoning for Sloane to follow. When they were both kneeling in front of I had to take a second to process the visual because it was so far beyond anything I’d imagined that my brain couldn’t quite handle it.

Mother and daughter. Both naked. Both looking at like I was sothing worth studying.

The System notification that popped up in my peripheral vision was almost drowned out by my pulse thundering in my ears, but I caught the gist.

I dismissed it without reading the details. Whatever rewards were coming could wait until I wasn’t actively living out every teenage fantasy simultaneously.

Diane reached out and wrapped her hand around again, her touch gentle as she started working back to full hardness. It didn’t take long. Between the visual in front of and the lingering sensation of her throat around minutes ago, I was ready again almost embarrassingly fast.

"See how I’m holding him?" Diane said, her voice dropping into lecture mode like she was teaching Sloane how to cook instead of how to give head. "Firm but not tight. You want pressure but you don’t want to hurt him."

Sloane nodded, her eyes tracking every movent.

"Start with your hand first. Get comfortable with the motion before you add your mouth." Diane demonstrated, stroking with smooth even movents that made my breath catch. "Watch his reactions. See how he tenses when I go faster? That ans he likes it."

"I can see that," Sloane said, her voice slightly strangled.

Diane smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my tip that sent a jolt through . "Your turn. Show what you learned this morning."

Sloane hesitated for just a second before reaching out. Her hand wrapped around with less confidence than Diane’s but no less enthusiasm. When she started stroking her movents were a bit uneven but she was trying, her attention completely focused on what she was doing.

"Good," Diane encouraged. "Now add your mouth. Just the tip at first. Don’t try to take too much at once."

Sloane leaned forward, her pink hair falling around her face, and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the sight of her kneeling there with her mother was enough to make my knees weak all over again.

"Fuck," I breathed. "Sloane."

She looked up at and the eye contact hit like a physical blow. Her blue eyes were uncertain but determined, and when she saw my reaction she grew bolder. She took deeper, her tongue working against the underside in a way that suggested she’d been paying attention when I’d worked on her earlier.

"That’s it," Diane said, her hand moving to rest on the back of Sloane’s head. Not pushing, just guiding. "Use your tongue. He loves that."

Sloane humd around and the vibration traveled straight up my spine. Her movents were getting more confident now, her head starting to bob in a rhythm that was uneven but effective. When she pulled back there was a wet pop as she released , and the string of saliva connecting us made my vision blur.

"How am I doing?" she asked, breathless.

"Perfect," I managed. "You’re doing perfect."

Diane smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to my shaft right below where Sloane’s mouth had been. "My turn again. Watch closely, sugar. I’ll show you how to really make him lose his mind."

She took back into her mouth and this ti there was no warm-up. She went straight to deepthroating with the kind of expertise that only ca from practice, her nose pressing against my pelvis as she swallowed completely.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

The obscene sounds filled the room again, mixing with my ragged breathing and Sloane’s soft gasps as she watched her mother work. When Diane finally pulled back she was smiling, her lips swollen and her chin wet with saliva.

"See? Like that." She looked at Sloane. "Try taking him deeper. I’ll help if you need it."

Sloane nodded and leaned forward again, this ti with more determination. She took into her mouth and started going deeper, inch by inch, and when she hit resistance Diane’s hand on her head applied gentle pressure.

"Relax your throat," Diane coached. "Breathe through your nose. You can do it."

Sloane made a soft choking sound but didn’t pull back. She pushed through the resistance and took deeper than she had before, her throat working around in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"There you go," Diane praised. "Perfect. Now move."

Sloane started bobbing her head, her movents gaining confidence with every pass. She was a fast learner, picking up the rhythm quickly and adding her own touches. When she pulled back she used her tongue the way I’d taught her to use her fingers earlier, and the correlation made bite back a groan.

This was insane. This entire situation was completely insane and I was never going to survive it.

Diane joined in, pressing kisses along my shaft while Sloane worked the tip, and the combined sensation of both their mouths on at once made my entire body lock up.

"Fuck," I gasped. "That’s—you’re both—"

"Good?" Diane finished, her voice amused.

"Understatent."

She laughed and took over again, her mouth replacing Sloane’s as she showed her daughter exactly how deep she could go. The visual of Diane taking completely while Sloane watched with wide eyes and parted lips was almost enough to finish right there.

Almost.

But I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet.

Not when we still had so much more to figure out.