Chapter 67: Food Truck pt 2 Arc: Five
It was awkward for the first couple of weeks after the altercation with the sisters and their mother. They even could barely look at Lacy after getting their ass beat by Theresa. It was that humiliating for them. That meant they left Lacy alone to tend to herself and to Aurora for many days.
Lacy walked to the kitchen early in the morning on Saturday to make breakfast. She had just come from the restroom checking to see if she were pregnant but she wasn’t.
She had been having sex with the twins, Theresa, and had sex with Kareen a few weeks back, all of their seeds released into her but she still wasn’t pregnant.
Clank, clank!
The cooking pots rattled while she got them down from the cabinet. She looked in the refrigerator and took out some eggs, vegetables, and cheese. That morning she was going to make an omelet.
She licked her fingers as she flipped the eggs and checked to look at Aurora in the high chair. Salmona came slowly walking into the kitchen with her morning wood picking out from her workout shorts.
The Alpha rubbed her eyes and yawned, sitting in the chair next to Aurora, she kissed her daughter on the cheek, making the baby laugh.
"Wow, she’s getting so big," Salmona said.
Lacy nodded her head and began to set table. She placed a few plates down and filled the glasses with orange juice.
"I know, soon she’ll be eighteen."
"Ugh," Salmona moaned. "Don’t say that about my little princess."
"Morning!" Samantha said, making her way into the kitchen. She kissed Lacy on the cheek and did the same to Aurora. "Man, what a week."
"Right, this week was intense with all those sells." Salmona mentioned.
"Dude, you’re hard ass fuck. Why didn’t you take care of that thing?" Samantha laughed, referring to Salmona’s clit.
"If Lacy is interested then maybe when breakfast is over," she said, looking at the Omega. The Omega smiled at her Alpha, the omelets fell onto the plates. She carried them over to her Alphas and they began to eat.
Salmona laid on her bed, clit erect with Lacy massaging the Alpha’s breast. Her hands traveled to her midsection, rubbing her abs with the added oil the Omega used. Salmona kept her eyes on her mate with a straight face. Lacy could see that on Salmona’s nose, there was a small scratch, a wound from when Theresa punched her.
Salmona sighed softly as Lacy’s fingers traced the fresh scratch on her nose.
The Omega paused, her brow furrowing. "Does it hurt?" she whispered, thumb hovering near the mark Theresa’s fist had left. Salmona caught her wrist gently, bringing Lacy’s palm to her lips instead. The scent of lavender oil clung to their skin, mingling with the musk of arousal thick in the air.
Salmona’s gaze drifted from Lacy’s concerned eyes to the light and breeze coming in to the room from the open window. The Omega trailed her hands down to the hard throbbing clit.
Lacy’s fingers slid lower, tracing the rigid length straining against Salmona’s abdomen. Her touch lingered at the base where coarse hair met smooth skin.
Then she bent forward, her breath warm against the tip. Without hesitation, Lacy took Salmona fully into her mouth, her lips sealing tight as she hollowed her cheeks. The Alpha’s sharp inhale cut through the room’s stillness. Lacy worked slowly at first, tongue swirling along the underside in practiced motions, her eyes fixed upward on Salmona’s face. The scratch on Salmona’s nose seemed lighter in the bright light.
Salmona’s hand tangled in Lacy’s hair, not forcing but guiding. "Deeper," she murmured, voice rough. Lacy obeyed, taking her further until her nose pressed against coarse curls. The Omega’s throat worked around her, the wet heat pulling a low groan from Salmona’s chest. Every slide of Lacy’s lips felt like a deliberate act of devotion...or perhaps defiance masked as submission. Her fingers dug into Salmona’s thighs, leaving faint crescent marks on oil-slick skin.
The pressure built low and insistent, coiling tighter with each suck. Lacy moaned around her, the vibration shooting straight to her core. Her hips lifted off the bed involuntarily, seeking more. The scent of lavender turned thick, almost suffocating, mixed with salt and sweat.
Lacy’s pace quickened, relentless. Her fingers dug harder into Salmona’s thighs, anchoring herself as she took her deeper. The wet heat, the rhythmic clench of Lacy’s throat, the scrape of teeth held just shy of pain. A ragged gasp tore from her lips as her clit pulsed violently. Release crashed over her in hot, thick spurts, flooding Lacy’s mouth. The Omega swallowed greedily, eyes locked on Salmona’s face, unwavering even as her throat worked.
While Salmona was at the park with Aurora, Lacy was bouncing her cunt up and down on Samantha’s lap at the kitchen table chair. Both were butt naked while Samantha was sitting on the light brown wooden chair. She had one hand on Lacy’s ass while the other was limp at her side.
Her clit stretch the Omega’s pussy while Lacy’s pussy sucked so tightly around Samantha’s thick, long clit.
Samantha’s face was flushed with each pound that landed in her lap. Her eyebrows were furrowed and tiny sweat beads were plastered on her forehead.
Lacy ran her hips at a more slow pace, her hands on her toes, showing how far forward she could lean. Her booty hole was slightly gaped and Samantha put her finger in it, twisting it a little.
Samantha’s cum exploded from her clit like a grenade lost in a desert. She moaned, still the Omega rode her, milking each drop from her.
Lacy got up, the cum spilling out onto Samantha’s clit. "Damn," Samantha said, getting up to clean herself and the floor around her area. She kissed Lacy on the mouth, tasting her tongue. "What was that for?"
"I felt bad for Theresa kicking yalls ass."
"Yo, don’t feel bad. We deserved it. We were such assholes to you. I’m sorry I did that to you. I’m sorry about everything."
Lacy smiled. She felt content; it was sad and pathetic that this was the society they lived in. An Alpha could rape an Omega and simply just apologize, and most times the Omega would forgive them. Lacy shook her head as she walked down the hall to the restroom.
That night, the family of four went to a restaurant to eat pasta. It was something Lacy was wanting to do for a while now. She or they spent most days cooking, but Lacy recommended they start eating out once a month and also recommended having date nights once a month as well with the two of them or even each one of them.
"I would like spaghetti with marinara sauce and no meat," Lacy said, handing her menu back to the waiter.
"And to drink?"
"Just water, please."
The waiter turned to the twins. "I’d like a shrimp scampi with a beer." Samantha said while Salmona wanted the ravioli with red wine.
It was an elegant, expensive restaurant in the heart of downtown Hoshimura. Samantha wore a blue pants suit while Salmona wore a red dress that held on nicely to her figure with red bottom heals.
Clink, clank!
The utensils smacked and hit one another as they ate, now and then stopping to teach Aurora how to use a fork. Samantha’s face started to turn a slight red with the beer she was drinking along with Salmona.
"So...the food truck..."
"Oh...not this again," Samantha moaned, rolling her eyes and leaning back in her chair. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and looked at Lacy with her arms crossed.
"Theresa filled out the paperwork and I’ve been working the truck for the past month. That’s why I was coming and going from the house from what you saw on the Rang camera."
The twins stopped eating and stared at Lacy. The Omega fumbled her fork and took a drink of her water as she averted her eyes. She looked at Aurora who also stared at her mother.
’Little baby Aurora, why are you looking at me like that?’ Lacy thought.
The car ride was quiet until Samantha spoke up from behind the wheel. Lacy poked at Aurora to shield her from the lights coming from the street lights and the light mist that was beginning to come down.
"So she just went behind our backs and filled out the paperwork?" Samantha asked.
"Yeah, she beat our ass and was giving our Omega whatever the fuck she wants," Salmona retorted back.
Lacy glared at her Alphas. She shook her head and said, "Wait, no-"
"Lacy, she knew we didn’t want you having a job and yet she still signed the fucking paper work," Salmona cussed.
Lacy remained quiet for the rest of the ride and even when she got out, Samantha got out before her and took Aurora from her arms.
"Samantha!"
"Go in the living room, now!"