The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: 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 something 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 same 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.

"Come here," she said gently. "Let me teach you."

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

"How to please a man like that. How to make him lose his mind the way I just did." Diane glanced at me 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 somewhere 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 time to learn."

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

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

Diane’s smile was pure pride. She stood and moved back toward me, beckoning for Sloane to follow. When they were both kneeling in front of me 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 me like I was something 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 me again, her touch gentle as she started working me back to full hardness. It didn’t take long. Between the visual in front of me and the lingering sensation of her throat around me 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 movement.

"Start with your hand first. Get comfortable with the motion before you add your mouth." Diane demonstrated, stroking me with smooth even movements that made my breath catch. "Watch his reactions. See how he tenses when I go faster? That means 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 me. "Your turn. Show me what you learned this morning."

Sloane hummed around me and the vibration traveled straight up my spine. Her movements 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 me, and the string of saliva connecting us made my vision blur.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

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