Driver's Seat update

It took Rachel a few weeks to go to Emma. She told herself she didn’t want to rush to action, but a part of her was fascinated by Celeste’s obsession. She continued spying on her thoughts, scoping out the depths of her feelings towards Scott, and if she was honest with herself, the fantasies would enthralling. Something about the taboo—the daydreams themselves, the fact that it was Celeste that was having them, and that it was Rachel’s own father she was fantasizing about—beguiled Rachel beyond all reason. When she went to Emma, it was as much to cut herself off from the growing fixation as it was to see to it that Celeste was finally disciplined for her disturbing fantasy life.

Of course, it didn’t help that Emma was her usual, sensual self when Rachel went to see her. Sitting behind the mahogany desk in her office, Emma reminded Rachel of a tiger in her den, wearing a buttoned-up white trenchcoat over black stockings. Rachel had the impression that Emma had very little on underneath the trench. The fact that Emma wore white satin gloves somehow added to that impression.

“Yes, Rachel, what can I do for you?” Emma asked with a luscious-lipped smirk. She seemed amused by Rachel’s very presence. “You’re usually content to avoid me—perhaps because of how your father doesn’t—so whatever the reason you’re here, it should prove interesting.”

“It’s Celeste.”

“Oh?” Emma folded her hands together. “What’s she up to?”

“I… I had occasion to read her thoughts lately and I picked up on some feelings she had for Cyclops.” Rachel had to tread carefully here. Admitting to reading Celeste’s mind without her consent was hardly proper behavior. But Emma wasn’t known for a rigid moral code, and the fact that Scott was involved would hopefully convince her to set ethics aside.

“Feelings?” Emma prompted.

“Sexual feelings,” Rachel added.

“Really,” Emma said dryly. “I’ve always thought Celeste saw Scott as something of a father figure, given his position of authority and my own maternal nature.”

“Yes, well, that seems to be part of her… enjoyment.”

Emma pursed her lips. “Oh my. Are you telling me Celeste wants him to be her daddy in more ways than one?”

She was taking this far too well. Rachel bit the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t like Emma to be so evenhanded when her position and the sanctity of what she considered hers—like Scott Summers—was threatened. So she must not consider this a threat. Which meant she’d considered this. “You know?”

“Of course,” Emma chirped. “Scott is an eminently suitable male and it only stands to reason that one of my clones would inherit my good taste. It’s almost too conventional. Honestly, what really interests me is your own reaction. I’ve noticed you acting off for the past few weeks. Obviously, this has been weighting on your mind for some time now, so why’d you wait this long to bring it to my attention?”

Rachel sputtered. “I… I… no, that’s not…”

“Then there’s the fact that you invaded one of my student’s privacy, my daughter’s privacy. Did you really think I would care about Celeste’s fantasy life in comparison to that?” Emma smiled. “Was I the only one you could bring this upsetting news to? I think I am. Anyone else would be disgusted by what you’ve done. Is that why you came to me? Because I’m the only one who understands how arousing it is to have Scott Summers be your daddy?”

“That’s not what this is about!” Rachel said shrilly, the cry forced out of her like she was being squeezed by a vise.

“Oh? Then you’re not jealous of Celeste?”

“Why should I be?” Rachel barked before she could think better of it.

“At least she can admit she wants Scott to fuck her. You need Celeste to be your proxy. I guess she’s too good a proxy—you’d prefer I be the one to take his cock. That’s somewhat flattering.”

“I’m not jealous,” Rachel insisted. “I’m not!”

“Then let me give you a little more context. Scott takes time to escort all the Cuckoos on outings of their choosing. Now, Phoebe and Mindee, they usually go to a concert, or a book signing, or some trending bistro. Celeste, though, she’s been daddy’s little girl. When Scott takes her somewhere, suddenly she wants to go to baseball games and car shows and even some museums Scott has been trying to take me to for months. Utterly convenient that Celeste is the one to suffer through them for love. Does that make you jealous, Rachel? Celeste’s been getting some quality daddy-daughter time. And even if it only results in some very frenetic masturbation when she’s back home, that’s more than you’ve been able to enjoy.”

Emma stood up, the trenchcoat falling open slightly, giving a plunging neckline’s view of her dazzling cleavage, the majestically large breasts that pushed almost right through the trenchcoat.

“And I must admit, Scott fucks me very hard after he’s done spending time with my naughty little girl. He’s a smart enough man to prefer experience to callow youth, but I can’t say it hurts to know that he’s fucking Celeste’s mommy dearest.”

Rachel’s mouth was agape, unable to believe the picture Emma presented. Her sheer sex appeal, the breathy whispers of her love life with Scott, the perverse implications of this love triangle between mother and daughter—which now Rachel, too, could feel herself being dragged into. “Scott isn’t like that! He would never—“

“Oh, but isn’t it fun to think about if he would?” Emma toyed with the lapel of her trench. “Well, I suppose I should take pity on you—you’ve probably had some very confusing wet dreams over the past few weeks. And I appreciate your honesty in coming to see me. So I’ll help you follow in your mother’s footsteps and fight a Frost for Scott. You can have a ticket for the same ball game Emma and Celeste are going to. You can show Scott that you’re the only little girl he needs…”

“I… okay, fine.” Rachel ran her hands through her hair, resisting the urge to pull it out. “I see what you’re doing. You’re playing it cool, but you want me to get Celeste to knock off this crush. And you know I don’t want Scott for myself…”

“Of course you don’t,” Emma purred, her voice rich with irony. “But the thing is—I hate to give away box seats for free. I think you’d better do something to earn it.”

“Like what?” Rachel demanded.

“Oh, nothing too challenging. Just a token gesture, if you will. A little apology for the slight you’ve committed.” Emma came around the desk. “All these weeks imagining Scott Summers fucking and you never once thought of me. I think I’d best remind you who the sex symbol is around here.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Rachel asked.

“See? A token gesture. Like asking you to eat a piece of candy. Just a little something so I’m not just giving my ticket away.”

“But I don’t want to fuck you,” Rachel protested.

“And the fact that you think that makes this oh-so-much fun. Lie down on the desk, dearie. There’s a reason I don’t let the paperwork pile up…”

Emma opened up her trenchcoat fully. Rachel’s suspicions were correct. She wore a sheer bodysuit under the trenchcoat, a white shadow covering her body from shoulders to groin. Emma coupled forcefulness with sensuality more elegantly than anyone else Rachel had ever known, seducing Rachel with her dominance in easing her down onto the desk. Then she was crawling over Rachel, her full breasts dragging over Rachel’s belly.

Rachel let out a moan, feeling the nipples of those plump tits slide across her body. Rachel’s costume was thin enough that she felt like she could feel them right up against her skin. When Emma laid down on top of her, she thought she could feel Emma’s pubic hairs nestling against her own. Emma pressed herself to Rachel’s body, her breasts against Rachel’s, her puckered nipples pressing against Rachel’s.

Rachel’s breath came hard and fast. She knew this was insane, depraved, yet it felt good. She couldn’t even summon up the condemnation she had for Celeste and Scott. All she could feel were the little chills of pleasure from Emma’s flesh touching hers.

“By the way, Rachel, I think you should know: my relationship with Scott is going very well. I just gave him a blowjob and judging by how he stuffed my mouth at the end, he truly enjoyed it.”

Rachel’s eyes focused out from under the glaze of obscene pleasure she was feeling. She saw Emma’s face closing in on hers. Her eyes shut tightly again, afraid of what her lips were about to feel. Her lips were hot as Emma’s met them, hot as Emma’s lips, with the added taste of what had to be Scott’s essence blooming on Rachel’s tongue where it was petted by Emma’s.

Rachel’s mind reeled as they kissed, open-mouthed and passionate. She had thought her degradation would be limited to what she was putting herself through, spying on Celeste’s imaginings of Scott, but that was nothing compared to what Emma did to her. Emma’s tongue ran deep into her mouth, forcing her to taste more of the salty, heady flavor. Emma twisted lasciviously on top of Rachel’s taut, sweating body as she force-fed her the kiss.

Rachel shocked herself, returning the kiss despite—she hoped it was despite—the taste of what Emma claimed to be Scott’s cum. Her tongue slid over Emma’s, both of them slick, lubricated, making Rachel wonder how wet she was where it counted. How wet Emma was. Her tongue was tingling with pleasure already—how would it feel when it was stroking through Emma’s slit, if that was what the White Queen wanted? Or how would Rachel’s cunt feel as Emma went down on her? Rachel wondered which she was more afraid of; which she wanted more.

Emma withdrew her tongue, pulling it free of Rachel’s mouth with an air of pleasant surprise, like she’d unwrapped a present to find something she truly wanted inside. She felt Rachel’s hands on her shapely back, caressing up and down in a sensuous massage. Purring contentedly, Emma unzipped the front of Rachel’s costume and slipped her hand inside to a heaving breast and the puckered nipple that topped it.

“You’re being a very good girl, Rachel. Very obedient. Scott must love having you for a daughter… such a good girl… doing just as she’s told…”

Emma’s lips brushed against Rachel’s and the redhead moaned loudly, prompting Emma to snuff the noise out with a kiss that passionately ground her lips together with Rachel’s. At the same time, she twisted Rachel’s nipple inside the gentle lock of her thumb and forefinger.

Rachel gasped into Emma’s stroking tongue. She tossed and squirmed, her tongue still ensnared with Emma’s as sweat coursed over her skin and Emma’s, making it easy for both their sets of caressing hands to cover each other with abandon.

Emma pulled her lips away from Rachel’s with a champagne bottle pop. “Mommy has something special for you to do now, baby girl. Something your daddy just loves doing. Eat Mommy’s pussy, Rachel.” She dragged her sex against the corded muscle of Rachel’s thigh. “Mommy comes best into hot little Summers mouths.”

“And then you’ll give me the ticket?” Rachel asked, pleaded, not knowing where the words were coming from.

“I’ll give you a lot more than that, little Summers. But you won’t have to wash the ticket off your face.”

Like a lioness mounting the carcass of her kill, Emma came up over Rachel’s body to straddle her face. Through the fishnet mesh of the bodysuit, her white gold cunt stared Rachel right in the face. Rachel stared at how damp it was, how thick and swollen the lips of Emma’s pussy were. She was fascinated. She reached out with the tip of her tongue to touch, to pleasure… to obey.