NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 288. Why Are Ron and Sarah Acting Like That?

Rebecca swallowed audibly and shifted her gaze toward Maya, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she sought clarity regarding the scene before them.

Nevertheless, she suppressed the urge to verbalize her confusion upon witnessing the intense expression radiating from Maya's face.

Maya was biting her lower lip, her breathing ragged and punctuated by soft gasps; she was plainly reveling in Oliver's touch, as he teased her by tracing fingers around her nipples and rhythmically tweaking them.

Rebecca, however, could no longer restrain her curiosity—the need to understand was overwhelming.

Consequently, she muttered in a strained tone, "Um... Aunt Maya?"

The abrupt summons caused Maya to look up, spotting the inquisitive girl watching her, and she offered a mischievous, knowing smile.

"What are you waiting for, darling? The party is meant for your participation as well... unless you're indisposed, perhaps?" she questioned, her own fingers trailing down her body to linger provocatively against her clit.

Hearing this, Rebecca shook her head and met her gaze with newfound confidence.

"No! I'm not on my period! I only wanted to ask... why are Ron and Sarah acting this way?" she asked, clearly bewildered by their behavior.

In all honesty, the idea of open sexual experimentation didn't bother Rebecca; her shock stemmed from Ron's hidden side, having always perceived him as reserved and shy.

It was baffling to see him watching Sarah get fucked by another man, standing by with such carnal hunger, even masturbating, while taking it all in.

She struggled to process the spectacle.

Maya, fully aware of the dynamics between Ron and Sarah, offered a casual shrug and a smile.

"I suppose there is some blame on me."

"Because of you?" Rebecca asked, her eyebrows arching in surprise.

Maya nodded, a shadow of guilt crossing her face for having set this situation in motion.

"Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. When this all began, I had him watch as I was with Oliver... I suppose the sight simply ignited something in him, and I was merely demonstrating what I desired him to do."

She explained, all the while massaging herself, feeling her natural lubrication seep downward.

"Ultimately, it sparked his fascination with watching his partner being pleasured by others while he relieves himself."

Upon hearing this explanation, the puzzle pieces fell into place for Rebecca; she decided to let the matter rest, concluding that dwelling on the past was futile.

She pivoted back toward Oliver, who was occupied with kissing Emma while firmly kneading her heavy, lush breasts.

Meanwhile, Linda and Brenda were diligently working on the massive cock before them; as he felt their skilled tongues and lips against him, he groaned and directed his attention to Linda.

"Linda, you are truly talented at this. Have you been practicing on many men over these past months?"

Oliver queried, plainly finding her technique impressive.

Linda looked up, flushing slightly as she replied.

"No, I simply... I have been using a prosthetic I purchased for myself."

She confessed, withdrawing from him and leaving his member coated in her saliva.

Brenda seized the moment to take over, instantly engulfing his hard length and taking in nearly half its size.

She began bobbing her head rhythmically, forcing him to moan at the sensation of her wet heat against his engorged member.

"You two are something else..." he groaned, grabbing the back of Brenda's head and driving himself deeper into her throat.

The depth of his penetration provoked a gag reflex in Brenda, but she persisted, taking as much as she possibly could until he withdrew with a grunt of intense pleasure.

Linda smiled seductively, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Indeed we are."

At that exact moment, Oliver shifted his gaze to Rebecca and beckoned her forward with a single finger.

"Rebecca, come here," he directed in a husky voice that sent a shiver racing down her spine.

His tone was so intensely sensual that she felt an almost irresistible urge to comply immediately.

However, as she stepped forward, an unseen hand caught her arm, yanking her back.

"Hey there, beauty, how about some entertainment with me?" a man sneered, his hand squeezing her rear firmly, causing her to yelp in alarm.

The stranger wore a sharp suit and boasted slicked-back hair, appearing as a gentleman; however, the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath betrayed his true condition.

Wishing for no association with him, she shoved his hand away and pulled back in disgust.

"Get lost and leave me alone, you pathetic creep!" she snapped, her tone icy and devoid of patience for someone reeking of booze.

The rejection did not discourage him; instead, he lunged forward, his hands latching onto her breasts.

"Damn, what a set of tits you have! I wonder how they would feel if I were to play with them using my own cock..." he growled, ignoring her outraged protests as he fondled the soft curves with heavy hands.

Distraught and stunned, she could only stare in shock as he continued his unwanted assault.

"Come on, gorgeous, let's head to my VIP booth. We can find some privacy and have a real good time," he whispered into her ear before licking it provocatively, an action that triggered an overwhelming wave of nausea in her.