Ria frowns, unimpressed by the idea. "I guess... but it's just for kids." She rolls her eyes, already turning away to look at something else in a nearby case.

"Well," you reply with a grin, "maybe we could make an exception just this once?" Alicia glances back and forth between the two of you, unsure how Ria will react but hopeful that she might be convinced.

Ria hesitates for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she considers the idea. "Fine," she finally says through gritted teeth, reluctantly agreeing to the detour. Alicia sighs in relief, grateful that you were able to convince her daughter to join them even if only under duress.

Together, they make their way to the hands-on portion of the exhibit, where Ria immediately begins rolling her eyes and making comments about how immature it all is.

Alicia's eyes widen at your question, her jaw tensing visibly before she quickly replies, "No! Of course not!" There's a defensive edge to her voice that was there earlier but more controlled now. She looks away from you for a moment, taking another sip of wine and trying to compose herself once more.

Ria glares at you even harder, her expression tight with anger. "That's none of your business!" she snaps, causing Alicia to flinch slightly beside you on the couch.

Ria's expression twists into an ugly mask as you ask her that question, her eyes narrowing to slits. "No!" she snarls at you, practically spitting the word out. "I hate him! I wish he was dead!" She looks away from you now, crossing her arms over her chest as if trying to protect herself from whatever emotion your comment has stirred up within her.

Alicia glances between you and Ria, her expression growing increasingly uncomfortable by the moment. "Look,"

Her breath hitches as you announce your impending climax, her body tense with anticipation. "Cum for me," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. A small part of her wants to beg you to stop, to give them both a moment's peace from the chaos that is their lives. But another, more primal part of her needs this release as much as she needs air to breathe.

As her body convulses with pleasure, her release mingling with yours deep inside, Alicia's eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a long, shuddering moan. She collapses limply beneath you, panting for air as the aftershocks of orgasm wash over her. Tears continue to streak down her face, mingling with sweat and cum on her skin.

With a soft groan, she rolls to her side, pulling you close as she tries to catch her breath.

With shaking hands, Lisa begins to unbutton her pajama top, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "Wh-what is going on here?" she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. "Why are you doing this?"

You ignore her questions as you undo the next button and then the next, peeling away layer after layer of clothing until she's standing before you in nothing but her lace panties.

Lisa covers her chest with her hands, mortified by the idea that you could even suggest such a thing about her mother. "My mom's in her fifties!" she exclaims, looking horrified at the thought of what might happen if anyone found out about this night's events.

Alicia clears her throat again, finally finding her voice. "Lisa, I... we just need you to cooperate right now so that everything can go back to normal afterwards."

Alicia blushes deeply at the question but nods quickly. "I... It's okay," she manages to say between gasps for air. "I mean... we haven't... you know..." Her words trail off, her cheeks growing hotter still as she realizes what she's implying.

Ria stirs in her sleep but doesn't wake up fully. The sound of their lovemaking has lulled her back into a fitful slumber, the gentle sounds of pleasure and desire filling the air around them.

Her back arches off the bed as she cries out your name, her body tensing around you in sweet agony. The feeling of being filled by you is overwhelming, pushing her further towards the brink of ecstasy with each thrust. Her fingers curl into the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Ria lets out a soft moan in her sleep, her body shifting restlessly under the covers.

"Ria," Alicia gasps out between moans. "You're... you're really good at that." She glances down at her daughter with a mixture of pride and lust. "But I think..." Her voice trails off as she considers the thought, her body trembling beneath yours.

Finally, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers, reaching back to part Alicia's ass cheeks. "Go ahead."

With gentle but firm strokes, Alicia pushes two fingers deep into Ria's tight little hole while simultaneously licking along its rim. The sensation is incredible - like nothing else either of them have ever experienced before.

As if reading each other's minds, both mother and daughter begin to move in tandem - stroking and penetrating together until the room fills with wet slurping sounds intermingled with breathy moans from both women.

Ria arches her back beautifully against her mom's hand, pushing herself further onto those probing digits while still stroking Drew vigorously.