"My God, that looks like it hurts," Emilia said as she looked at my lower lip.
Aria continued moving her fingers on my thighs, completely unaware of the charged tension between her mother and me.
Emilia stood close now, her eyes flicking between my face and the obvious bulge in my pants that she had been holding just minutes ago.
The memory of her soft hand wrapped around my cock, and my fingers sliding into her wet pussy in the darkness, hung heavy in the air between us.
I reached out and placed my hand over Aria's, the one that was resting on my thigh, gently interlacing our fingers. "It's okay," I said, my voice calm and reassuring. "Aria really made the pain go away."
"Yeah, Mom, it's okay now," Aria added quickly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she smiled up at me. "No need to call the doctor."
Lady Emilia stood a few feet away, her posture still composed but her eyes betraying her. "If you say so," she replied, her tone measured and polite.
