The previous night.

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In the dimly lit bedroom, Teresa and Valerie lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies still flushed from their passionate encounter. Teresa traced patterns on Valerie's bare arm, her mind replaying the events of the evening. She knew she had to tell Valerie the truth, but she wasn't sure how Valerie would react.

"You want me to tell you everything," Teresa said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach, "But there are some things about me that you might not understand or accept."

Valerie propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching Teresa's face. "Try me," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I'm not as naive as you think."

Teresa took a deep breath, her mind racing with memories of her past. "Alright," she began with a hushed tone. "You know how I told you I work from home sometimes?"

Valerie nodded again and cautiously said, "Yes, you said you do freelance work."

"Well, that's not entirely true," Teresa admitted, her eyes flicking away from Valerie's for a moment before returning to meet her gaze. "I do have a freelance job, but it's... not the kind you might expect."

Valerie's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she remained silent, waiting for Teresa to continue.

"It's... complicated," Teresa started, her voice hesitant. "I run an erotic chat persona on the side."

Valerie blinked, taken aback. "An erotic chat persona?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Teresa nodded, her eyes not leaving Valerie's. "Yes. I perform before a webcam, I chat with strangers, I do... things: For money."

Valerie's eyes widened, shock and disbelief written all over her face. "Teresa, that's... that's dangerous. And illegal, isn't it?"

Teresa shook her head. "Surprisingly, no. It's a gray area, but there are platforms that operate legally, with strict rules and age verification. I'm careful, and I know my Chat would never harm me. Sure, there's the outlier that would, but that's no different than what you and I would find at a business convention."

Valerie bit her lip, processing this new information. "But... what does this have to do with Brooke?"

Teresa sighed in frustration, turning toward the ceiling, "That's just it, Valerie. This should have nothing to do with my mother. But that's what she does, forces you to think about her, what she would do with this information, instead of just dealing with the problem at hand." Teresa's voice was filled with a mix of frustration and resignation.

Valerie listened attentively, and with a thoughtful expression, asked, "So, Brooke knows about your... extracurricular activities?"

Teresa nodded; her eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "Yes, she does. She found out by accident, walked in on one of my performances. I was mortified, but she... she took it in stride. She even started frequenting my chats, using a different username, of course. She's become quite the regular, actually." Teresa paused, a small smile playing on her lips at the absurdity of it all. "She calls herself 'Sexy-Mama' in the chat. Can you believe it? She even tips me, Valerie. My own mother tips me for taking off my clothes and touching myself on camera."

Valerie let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's... that's actually kind of hot," Valerie said, a surprised laugh escaping her lips. "I mean, it's weird, sure, but also kind of... sexy."

Teresa turned her head to look at Valerie, her eyes softening. "You're not mad?"

Valerie shook her head, her expression thoughtful. "I love you, Teresa. I'm not sure how many times I have to say those words before they sink in, but I'm not going anywhere," Valerie said, her voice steady and sure. She leaned in for a kiss, her lips soft and warm against Teresa's. Teresa responded, her body melting into Valerie's, her earlier tension dissipating with each passing moment.

As they broke their embrace, Teresa responded, "Thank you, Valerie, thank you. It's just that, those words... are so foreign to me. I've never had anyone say them to me, and certainly not mean them. Not like you do."

Valerie smiled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on Teresa's stomach. "Well, get used to hearing them, because I plan on saying them a lot. And I'll prove it to you, every day, if I have to."

Teresa's heart swelled, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with their earlier lovemaking. She pulled Valerie closer, their legs entwining, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

"Did Brooke, not say those words to you?" Valerie asked softly, her fingers still tracing circles on Teresa's stomach.

Teresa let out a small, bitter laugh. "No, she didn't. In fact, I don't think she's ever said them to me. She was always too busy or too... preoccupied to show me any affection," Teresa admitted quietly.

Valerie's heart ached for the woman she loved, imagining the young Teresa longing for her mother's love and attention. "I'm sorry, Teresa," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Teresa took a breath and held it, before speaking, "There was this one time, a College Professor, female, young: right dab in the middle, age wise, between me and Brooke. She found out about my... extracurricular activities. Not through me, but through a mutual friend. She was furious, but not because she was moralistic or judgmental. She was furious because she felt I was wasting my potential, my intelligence, my talent."

Valerie listened, her expression soft, encouraging Teresa to continue.

"She sat me down, in her office, after hours. She lectured me, Teresa. She really let me have it. She told me I was better than this, that I could do more, be more. She said she saw something in me, a spark, a potential that I was throwing away. She was passionate, intense, and I found myself drawn to her, not just physically, but intellectually. She challenged me, pushed me, and for the first time in my life, I felt seen, understood. She became my mentor, my confidante, my... everything.

But it was a trap, set by my mother, because she threatened to fail me at first. I wanted to warn her, but when Mom confronted her, she pushed her onto my lap, and I had to hold her there, while my mother kissed her. It was a confusing moment, filled with betrayal. I didn't know what to think or feel. I was angry, but also aroused by the situation. I couldn't help but respond to the woman in my arms, her body pressed against mine. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. I looked into her eyes, and I saw fear, confusion, and something else: Desire." Teresa explained, then paused.

"Brooke is quite desirable," Valerie agreed, her voice thoughtful. "How did you feel, seeing her with your professor?"

Teresa sighed; her eyes distant as she remembered the scene. "Confused, angry, but also... turned on. It was twisted, I know, but I couldn't help it. Seeing her like that, seeing them together... it was intense."

Valerie nodded, "But Brooke was doing it for you though, right?" she asked gently.

Teresa hesitated before countering, "Was she, Valerie? Or was she doing it for herself? She's always been... curious, about these things. She once told me she's lived multiple lives, through me. She experiences things vicariously, through my adventures. Maybe she saw this as another opportunity to live through someone else."

Valerie considered this, her fingers lifting from Teresa's stomach. "But she was also protecting you, wasn't she? Threatening your professor to keep her quiet?"

Teresa nodded, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Yes, she was. But at what cost? She manipulated both of us, used us for her own amusement. You should have seen the look in Brooke's eyes as she started working her tongue on the poor woman's labia. It was like she was possessed." Teresa's voice trembled from the memory.

Valerie listened, her expression a mix of shock and intrigue. "And what did you do?" she asked softly.

Teresa took a deep breath, her eyes flicking away from Valerie's for a moment. "I... I held on to her, kept her in place. I could feel her struggles, her resistance, but it was like I was frozen. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Only shudder with every hot breath Brooke panted against my own womanhood. I could feel my own desire growing, my panties dampening. I was horrified at my own reaction, but I couldn't control it. It was like I was watching a car crash in slow motion, and I was the one driving."

Valerie's eyes widened in shock. "Teresa, that's... that's... I don't even know what to say. That's... intense."

Teresa nodded with moist eyes, "It was. It still is. Every time I think about it, I feel a mix of anger, betrayal, and... arousal. But make no mistake, as both of us became undone, Brooke's eyes remained locked onto mine, a silent conversation passing between us. She was enjoying this, not just the power, but the sight of me, her daughter, unraveling while she held another woman's pleasure in her mouth."

Valerie listened, her breath hitching at the intensity of Teresa's words. "That's... that's some serious mommy issues, Teresa," she said, with a soft, unintended chuckle.

Teresa let out a harsh laugh, "Tell me about it..."

Valerie's eyes became focused, perhaps even stern, "What is Brooke's next move?" she asked, her voice steady and curious.

Teresa gave the question serious thought, putting herself in her mother's place, "Mom would reveal my secret webcamming to you, to create tension between us. She'd want to see how you react, how you handle the information. She's always been fascinated by people's reactions, their emotions. It's like a game to her." Teresa's voice was filled with a mix of resignation and frustration.

Valerie's eyes narrowed, her expression turning stern. "Well, she's not going to win this game. I love you, Teresa, and nothing you do or have done will change that. I can handle whatever she throws at us."

Teresa's heart swelled at Valerie's words, her eyes softening. "Are you sure? She would likely seduce you: In the bedroom, the shower, maybe even while she's revealing my secret." Teresa's said, her voice was heavy with resignation.

Valerie's eyes widened, shock and indignation colored her features. "She wouldn't dare," she exclaimed, her voice sharp. "I would never... I would resist... I mean, I'm with you, Teresa. I love you."

Teresa offered her a small, sad smile. "I know you do, Valerie. But Brooke is... irresistible. That's why I give you permission to enjoy her, to enjoy Brooke if it happens. Just promise me you'll tell me about it afterwards. I want to know everything."

Valerie's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. "Teresa, I... I wouldn't do that. I love you. I wouldn't cheat on you, not even with your mother."

Teresa sighed, "I know you wouldn't, Valerie. Not intentionally. But Brooke has a way of... persuading people. She's charismatic, manipulative, and she knows exactly what buttons to push. She's a master of seduction, and she's never met a challenge she couldn't overcome. So, I want you to promise me, if she does succeed, enjoy it."

Valerie looked at Teresa, her cheeks were flushed with the idea, her heart pounding in her chest. Realizing that Teresa was right, she took a breath, bit her lip, then simply nodded.

"Good, good," Teresa mumbled, her eyes latched back onto the ceiling, "Now I just have to figure out why she's at our company. There's nothing of note happening right now."

"Um, they are trying to find a buyer for the company. Or so Emily admitted to me," Valerie said, her voice hesitant. "She said it's been tough, though. Few seem interested. There's only been one buyer to contact them so far, but Emily and the Board of Directors have been avoiding her for some reason."

Teresa sat up, and with wide eyes, asked, "What? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

Valerie shrugged, "I didn't think it was a big deal. Besides, I thought you knew. You're the one who's always talking about how the company is struggling."

Teresa sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I knew it was bad, but I didn't know it was this bad... Wait, 'her?' What was the name of the woman buyer?" Teresa asked, her voice sharp and her eyes narrowing.