"What does it look like I'm doing you jerks?" Teresa muttered under her breath, reading through the messages as they popped up on her screen. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in her surroundings and the secrets they held. As she prepared for her webcam performance, Teresa couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the precipice of a significant change, one that would reveal the truth to Valerie and forever alter the course of her life. She hesitated.

Taking a deep breath, Teresa steeled herself and adjusted her webcam to ensure a perfect shot. "I will never abandon you all." She managed to type the words out with shaky hands.

As she prepared herself for what was about to come, her thoughts wandered to Valerie. How would she react to this secret side of Teresa? Valerie knew nothing about the explicit nature of her online persona. With a heavy heart, Teresa tapped the broadcast button on her screen and watched as the message "LIVE NOW" replaced the chat room's title.

In the other room, the sound of giggling drew Teresa's attention. Her mother and Valerie were sharing a moment of laughter, their voices intertwining in a symphony of joy.

A wave of sadness washed over Teresa as she listened to the pair interact. It felt like a reminder of all that she lacked in her life, the void left by the absence of a bond with her own mother.

Teresa had always been a lone wolf. She never felt the need for other people's approval or validation. Yet, when it came to her mother's affection, she couldn't help but long for it. Brooke had always been a mystery to Teresa. She would come and go as she pleased, never staying in one place for too long.

"We saw it all." Chat declared with a mocking tone while Teresa cringed inside like her lifeline was just ripped away.

"I'm serious, I need you all to stop and think about this." The words poured out of her desperately. "There are real people involved in this, don't forget that. And besides, I'm not ready for this yet."

Chat snorted. "Oh, don't be so melodramatic. We mean we saw your broadcast from the meeting room." Chat chuckled as the gravity of their words sunk in.

Teresa paled, her heart suddenly pounding in her ears. "What? No! I don't believe you. There's no way you could have..." Her words trailed off as she frantically searched for a way to dismiss the truth.

But Chat was relentless. "It's true. Your little webcam session just became an unwilling live show for your co-workers. You were just a click away from global scandal."

Teresa was indignant, "I don't have a camera in the meeting room you twats!" she hissed, letting her guard down for a moment.

A member of Chat responded, "Why are you taking this out on us?” With that, they went silent, the virtual room heavy with tension.

Teresa's face turned red, her fingers falling heavy on the keys and mouse as she looked for an archived video, something, any evidence that would prove she wasn't crazy. As she stumbled through the pages, her agitation building, she could hear the laughter from the other room. Her heart raced, her thoughts scrambling to keep up with her quickening pulse. Paranoia washed over her in waves, and an icy shiver crept down her spine.

Suddenly, she found it. Her broadcast was there for all to see, the incriminating timestamp directly linking it to that fateful meeting. But there was something odd about this video; the Point of View wasn't hers, it was from another angle, from the head of the conference table.

"What the hell?" Teresa exclaimed, her heart racing, her mind frantically trying to piece together the puzzle. This couldn't be possible. Who had accessed her feed and shared it with the world? The only two people at the head of the table were Emily… and Brooke.

Teresa's blood boiled, and her heart raced as adrenaline surged through her veins. Her hands trembled, and she found it difficult to form words. She desperately wanted to deny it, but the evidence spoke for itself.

Brooke broadcast the meeting on Teresa's own channel, to her own Chat.

The webcam feed was positioned perfectly to showcase Teresa's shock and embarrassment.

Overwhelmed by a hurricane of emotions, Teresa struggled to process the fact that her mother had shared a private moment with the rest of the world. She stared at the screen in disbelief, trying to quell her mounting anger at the betrayal.

But what could she do? She knew that if she called Brooke out on it, the situation would escalate further, leading to questions she didn't have the energy to answer. No, it was better this way.

"So, are you done being pissy?" Chat's message popped up on the screen.

Teresa gritted her teeth as she debated whether to respond. Eventually, she let out a low growl and typed back, "You have no idea what's going on."

The more she thought about it, the more furious she became. How could Brooke do this to her? She had no right to invade Teresa's privacy like that.

But then again, was Teresa's life ever private? Unknown, secretive, yes, but private—not at all. She knew this was the life she had chosen, but the betrayal infuriated her.

With her fingers tightening around the mouse, she reread the messages flooding in. She had to maintain composure, she reminded herself, and couldn't afford to lose her loyal supporters. Before responding to Chat, she glanced over at the time—she had just enough of it to craft an eloquent and soothing response.

Teresa took a deep breath and began to type: "You've seen me at my worst—caught with my guard down. And while I appreciate your concern and support, I would prefer it if we tabled any further discussions about this matter. I'm still somewhat shaken, and I need to process what just happened."

She knew she owed them an explanation, but for now, she couldn't bear to relive the moment or see the humiliation etched across her face. Besides, she needed to confront her mother and demand answers. She decided to turn her attention away from Chat for now.

"Sexy-Mama is recording a straight to paid archive video right now." Chat answered, showing that their exceptional patience with Teresa's outburst had been worth it.

A rush of conflicting emotions filled Teresa's chest. The sheer gall of her mother thinking she could control Teresa's most vulnerable moments made her furious. How dare she weaponize something so intimate for her own entertainment?

Her fingers lingered on the keyboard, but she pushed the anger aside. There were more pressing matters at hand as she opened access to the current recording. Teresa gasped as she saw the inside of her living room with Valerie and Brooke talking.

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Valerie's giggle from a previous large laugh began to subside. As it did, she grabbed her back and turned around to face the couch.

Brooke opened and closed both hands to Valerie, inviting her to sit on the couch, "Come sit on mommy's lap." she said with a wink.

Valerie blushed and hesitantly slid off her stool, taking a seat on Brooke's leg, straddling it. She felt like a schoolgirl again, as if sitting next to her own mother.

"Brooke, may I ask you a question?" Valerie asked timidly, her blue eyes wide with curiosity.

Brooke grinned and put her arm around Valerie's waist, holding her close. "Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?" she offered, guiding Valerie closer to her.

Valerie bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Um... about Teresa. She said that when she had her first time, um, with a woman. That she couldn't go to you because you were all about keeping up appearances. Well, from what I've seen, that doesn't seem like you at all." Valerie admitted, her voice quiet.

Brooke's face softened. "Valerie, my dear, I wasn't always the way you see me now. I was once young and full of passion, just like you." She took a deep breath and continued. "When Teresa was growing up, I was in a loveless marriage, and trying to keep up appearances, as you say, was necessary to keep a roof over our heads. I didn't have the luxury to explore my urges or to indulge in the pleasures that women like you and me share."

"But now things are different. Now, I can enjoy my body, use it for pleasure rather than just allowing it to serve to reproduce. I can finally express myself, freely living out my fantasies without the fear of judgment."

Valerie's eyes widened, a hint of excitement bubbling beneath her surface.

Brooke's face turned melancholy, "I hid such things from Teresa, my own daughter. I don't think she's forgiven me for such secrets. Nor should anyone really forgive anyone else for keeping such secrets." she said with a wink to a mirror, allowing Teresa a full view of what was going on even while in the other room.

Her mother's hand slowly meandered from Valerie's waist to her thigh and lingered there for a moment. Valerie's body stiffened, but she didn't make any attempt to remove herself from the MILF's lap.

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Teresa seethed with anger at the scene before her. It took all her willpower not to burst into the room and rip her mother away from her one, true love. And to advise that a secret should never be forgiven, placed Teresa in check. Her heart ached, and her hands clenched with anger, but she couldn't deny the spark of rage at her mother's hypocrisy. Brooke had kept secrets from Teresa her entire life, and now she chose to share one of Teresa's most private moments with someone she hardly knew. It was an act too far for Teresa to overlook.

As she watched her mother's skilled fingers caress Valerie's thigh, she felt a strange combination of disgust and an unacknowledged desire, as if the act awakened something deep within her.

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Brooke began to press her thumbs into the back of Valerie, where she had grabbed herself earlier. This action pushed Valerie's groin up Brooke's leg, only for Valerie to slide down again.

Valerie's mind raced as she felt Brooke's hand slowly glide around her outer thighs, feeling the warmth emanating from her core. She tried to control her breathing, but it was useless. Brooke's skilled hands ignited a fire within Valerie that she couldn't contain.

Brooke smirked, feeling Valerie's heart race beneath her hands.

She knew that the young woman was getting more comfortable with the idea of being intimate with her, and she wanted to turn up the heat.

"Do you and Teresa have anything, naughty, planned for tonight?" Brooke whispered. She slowly began to move her hands higher up Valerie's thighs, feeling the warmth of her center that was growing stronger by the second.

Valerie felt her body shaking as Brooke's hands reached their destination.

"Or do you do something naughty, every night?" Brooke dared to ask, her voice soft and seductive. The question hung in the air, heavy with hidden meaning.

Valerie swayed slightly on Brooke's lap, the warmth of her core pulsing in time with the pounding of her heart. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her wits and find a way to answer the question without moaning, "Every night!" she blurted out.

Brooke's chest rumbled with a satisfied growl as she felt Valerie's acceptance and desire. She couldn't wait any longer. "I'm jealous. I may have to watch. Is it okay if I watch?" Brooke whispered, a playful gleam in her eye.

Valerie's body tensed. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties.

"Um, I guess that would be okay," Valerie finally said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Brooke's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she stood up from the couch, still holding Valerie in her arms. "Go to her. Make passionate love to my daughter. Make me even more jealous." Brooke urged, her hands roaming over Valerie's body with an expert touch.

Valerie trembled at the older woman's touch, unsure of what to do. She had fantasized about this for so long, but she never expected it to happen.

Valerie stomped toward the spare room door. Teresa barely had enough time to close the laptop cover before Valerie burst in. She had a wild look in her eyes. Her chest was heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, fists clenched tight in lust.

"Our bedroom, now!" she growled through gritted teeth, pointing a finger toward Teresa. Teresa barely stood in confusion before Valerie grabbed her by the hand, leading her to the bedroom.

Teresa's heart raced, unsure of what was happening or where this sudden outburst of desire was coming from. Valerie had always been shy and reserved, but now she was fiery and confident. Teresa's thoughts swirled as they entered the bedroom, unsure of how to react to this sudden turn of events.

Out of the corner of her eye, Teresa caught a sly wave from Brooke, a knowing look in her eyes that told Teresa she had orchestrated the whole encounter.