Favela Pt. 06

It had never occurred to her that Marcella had just made the whole thing up. Although the more she though about it the less that seemed to matter. Fiction had become reality, in that fungible space between experience and cognition, just like it was becoming right now.

"I don't care if you can get pregnant." She typed into the chat. "I can't stop loving you." Her eyes actually started to tear up. She wiped them away, letting her phone arm flop onto the bed. Suddenly she heard footsteps outside. In a moment of panicked clairvoyance she pushed her phone under the covers. A second later her door burst open, Marcella stepped resolutely into her room, she looked frazzled and a little distracted. Her eyes wandered as she made her way over to Olivia's bed and sat down on the edge.

Olivia's heart was thumping so loud she thought for sure it must be shaking the bed, glancing down she thanked her based luck that a broad band of rumpled blankets was covering her from the shins up to her belly. She was still wearing Marcella's lingerie from their night together, one look at that and the whole production would be shut down in an instant.

"Hey." Her mom said hungrily. Olivia nearly jumped. Marcella had that crazy look in her eyes, she started to wonder if Marcella had even slept. Trying to appear as calm as possible Olivia feigned sleepiness, faking a yawn and stretching dramatically.

"Mom. What the fuck?" She asked dazedly.

"I thought it would be best if we talked about what happened last night, as soon as possible. I'm sorry if I woke you up too early." Olivia shook her head.

"No, I think I got enough sleep, I'm just a bit tired."

"Good. That's good. Now, about yesterday." She moved closer, her hip bumping into Olivia's thigh, their combined weight on the rickety bed drawing them both deeper into a mutual depression. It creaked loudly as Marcella reached over and lovingly brushed a few scraggly tendrils of hair out of Olivia's eyes. "Baby, the things I said while I was... you know." She was staring intently into Olivia's eyes, she'd let her hand flop down listlessly, and it lay heavily in Olivia's lap, perilously close to her tingling crotch.

"I don't know why but he likes to make me say and do all kinds of crazy things." Marcella clenched and unclenched her fingers anxiously, they brushed against Olivia's fluttery belly and her cunt throbbed uncomfortably in response. This conversation was the most exquisite torture, she was terrified her mom would discover her secret, but in ecstasy because of the attention and intimate contact. Not to mention there was something especially dirty about wearing Marcella's underwear when she was sitting right beside her.

"But did you mean it!?" She blurted out, cursing her lack of self control when it came to putting Marcella on the spot. Her mom didn't answer right away, her face just kind of scrunched up, she looked weary but also determined to answer honestly. Olivia couldn't help but wonder if no matter what her mom said, it would just be another lie designed to satisfy her selfish desires.

"I did right then. I couldn't think straight, I was too excited, I probably would have agreed to anything he asked. I'm sorry, I wish I could make you understand, I've been so lonely, I needed this so bad. I hope you don't think I'm a horrible person." What did Olivia think, really? When she tried to get a definitive answer her heart kept flip flopping, Marcella was a monster, but Marcella had been wonderful, once. She gazed back into her mother's questioning eyes, with questions of her own.

"You said something to him about my underwear. What was that about?" She asked quietly. The only way to determine if her mother was starting to tell her the truth was to ask her something that she couldn't lie about. Marcella wasn't aware that Olivia already knew the answer, that her daughter was setting her up. Her mom's face had turned a pretty shade of red, she blinked and looked away, clearly embarrassed by something.

"Ah, oh, that was just more of this sick game he likes to play. Like what happened last night, he makes me put my panties in my mouth and I have to send him a picture." She smirked and her eyes smiled slyly. "I'm supposed to pretend that they're yours. Isn't that ridiculous?" Olivia's eyes also narrowed, but for an entirely different reason.

"Ha ha!" She laughed easily enough and Marcella joined her. "That sure is silly!" She answered cheerfully. Inside she was seething, she'd given her mom a chance to come clean and instead she'd told another lie. Right then and there Olivia made a decision: she would use her power over Marcella to make her pay so dearly for every falsehood, no matter how small or inconsequential, that she would be begging to tell the truth before Olivia was done with her.

"Well I'm glad we had this talk." Her mother said, her eyes already glazing over. She patted her daughter's thigh absently then slowly got off the bed.

"Yeah me too." Olivia replied, a bite to her voice that fell on deaf ears. She waited until her mother's footsteps faded before she reached under the covers and scooped up her phone. It wasn't long before Marcella picked up where they had left off.

"I hope you mean that, because it could really happen." It irked her slightly that her mom had totally blown off her love confession, not that she could blame her, words were cheap, while pregnancy could be a death sentence.

"Have you seen your daughter yet?" She replied, determined to show Marcella who was in charge.

"Yeah, I just came from her room. She seemed totally unfazed, but then she asked me about her panties. I couldn't believe I let that slip last night, like an idiot. I can't even imagine how she'd react if she found out." Olivia thought about this for a minute, there were several things she wanted to say, but one just couldn't wait.

"Speaking of panties I took the ones you were wearing last night." She paused to let that sink in, then she wrote. "I'm wearing them right now." Reaching down under the covers she actually grabbed her crotch and started playing with the slippery material.

"That's pretty hot." Her mom replied after a moment. Olivia nodded, it was pretty hot, and she was definitely feeling the effects as she rubbed herself lightly through the lacy fabric.

"What are you wearing right now?" She thumbed one-handed.

"Just a long T-shirt actually, nothing underneath." Olivia smiled, she hadn't even noticed earlier when her mom had been sitting right next to her, she had been too distracted by other things.

"That's good because I have a new rule for you. No underwear for now. Not your own anyway. I'm feeling generous though so if you get desperate you can wear your daughter's panties, but only if they're dirty." Olivia snorted happily, this was the perfect revenge, she got to wear her mother's expensive sexy lingerie while her mom would be forced to wear Olivia's ugly filthy ratty boring undies. Now she wouldn't feel so weird wearing Marcella's sexy panties since they would both be doing it.

Before her mom could react she typed another line. "And wear a short skirt. I need you to be ready for me the next time I come over." Honestly she didn't have any plans to set up another encounter, she just wanted to further embarrass Marcella and make it easier to find out if her mom was following her orders. These thoughts rekindled her intense desire to make her mom pay for lying and she started formulating a plan to train her mom to always tell the truth.

"Does that mean I don't get to lick them clean first?" Marcella replied, it sounded a bit sassy. Olivia wondered if her mom was asking because she was sick of licking them clean or if she was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to. Not the kind of thing her made up man would want to know, but something that Olivia herself desperately did.

"That's right." She answered, deciding to play it cool. "Cowards don't get treats." She'd said the last thing impulsively, her anger often broke through her natural caution, but it was also how she really felt.

"What do you mean?" Marcella asked, Olivia imagined her mom saying it plaintively, which made her smirk.

"You lied to your daughter, didn't you?" Answering a question with a question to keep Marcella on the defensive.

"Yes. I told you, I have no idea what would happen if she found out. You don't understand, I feel like I'm finally beginning to reconnect with her, I don't want to fuck that up." Olivia almost laughed, her mother's comprehension of normalcy was so out of touch with reality.

"I have her ID you know, I could send her the pictures." She didn't mean it to be blackmail exactly, it wasn't even supposed to be a threat, more of a wake up call to her mother. "I do actually understand what you're talking about, I've been in the same situation, but you're dead wrong about one thing. If you keep lying to your daughter she's never going to trust you. And without trust she'll never accept you." Olivia worried that perhaps she was giving too much away, there was a fine line to tread, if she got too personal her cover story might be revealed for the flimsy construct that it was.

"I know you're right." Marcella responded after a long silence. "But I am a coward just like you said." Olivia frowned, it was hard sometimes maintaining the story that she'd created for her fictional character when in reality, it was personal. Underneath all the trickery were her real emotions, bare, raw, inflamed.

"You may be a coward." She typed, as hot tears trickled down her cheeks. "But I am not. I am your master and you will obey me. The next time your daughter asks you a question you will tell her the truth. Obedience is greatly rewarded, disobedience is severely punished. Now say it."

Marcella replied almost immediately. "I will do it, I will tell her the truth, no matter what she asks." Olivia smiled as she wiped her tears away with one hand, she believed her mother's words for the first time in a very long time. She let out a surprise moan and suddenly realized that she was playing with herself again, an automatic response to their conversation. She was also extremely turned on, and it wasn't just because of her mother's willingness to please and obey her.

Knowing that she could ask Marcella anything and she would be told the truth, was inexplicably and powerfully erotic. She began to formulate all sorts of questions in her mind, each one more exciting than the last. Her hand moved quickly, her fingers were digging into her cunt, pushing the lacy crotch into her clenching vagina, she was getting so close she started to squeal. At the last second her wild mind had a crazy flash of inspiration, she lifted her phone to her face and uncovered the lens. She came in a very unusual way, staring into her own eyes, her body frozen, unable to even breathe.

Her hand seemed petrified too, stuck were it was still pushing half the crotch of Marcella's panties deep inside her stricken body. The orgasms were relentless and overwhelming, pounding in synchronization with her hammering heart. Her jaw wouldn't unclench, nor could she curl up or straighten out. She just sat like that, propped up and quivering for two whole minutes. When she could finally move, she collapsed like a wet cardboard box. It was only partially metaphorical since she'd squirted herself into a big soggy mass of tangled sticky sheets.

"Oh my fucking god." She finally breathed, every muscle burned and ached. Somehow she managed to summon enough sense to dry herself off as best she could with the parts of the sheet that weren't drenched. Then she rolled out of bed. Grabbing her phone she looked at the picture she'd taken right as she'd started to orgasm, it was like looking at someone else. With some satisfaction she noted the striking similarity to the pictures of her mother, they shared that same intensity and cosmic sparkle.

Opening the normal message client she sent the picture directly to Marcella, with the words "I love you mom!" Jotted underneath. This sent her off snickering hysterically as she went over to her closet and took out her only dress. She pulled it on without preamble, leaving on the damp black lingerie, knowing full well that her underwear would show through as a ghostly gray shadow. This sent a perverse thrill arcing down her belly, her cunt started heating up again, even after the complete sexual purge she'd experienced less than five minutes ago.

She would be wearing Marcella's panties in plain sight, her mom would be staring right at them through Olivia's slightly translucent dress. She wouldn't be able to recognize them of course, even if she noticed their familiar profile she would never imagine that her daughter was wearing them. The thought was so delicious, so perverse, she felt light headed. Her body was filled with a pleasurable contentment that was even more delightful than the multiple orgasms she'd had in bed.

Olivia had to fight to keep her hands away from her crotch. As she slung on her bandoleer a sobering thought quenched a little of her excitement. There was only one problem with wearing Marcella's lingerie, it meant that Olivia wasn't wearing her own underwear, so she'd have nothing to put in with her dirty clothes. Her mom would most likely be left without anything to wear. She imagined Marcella forced to go to work in a short skirt, with no panties underneath. It wasn't an entirely displeasing thought, but it also made her feel a little guilty.

In the end she shrugged it off and headed to her mother's room. She had several reasons for banging loudly on Marcella's door, the first being to interrupt her chat session, the second was to satisfy her curiosity. She pushed open the door, to her surprise her mother was getting dressed. She had just pulled on a shimmery black pleated skirt that went down to her knees, Olivia had seen nothing since it was already up around her mom's slender waist.

"Oh, sorry." Olivia blushed, somehow this casual violation of her mom's privacy had made her feel bad, despite all the outrageous things she'd done recently. Marcella just smirked as she drew the hoop strap of a matching top over her head, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked abruptly through the silky material. "I thought we could have breakfast together." Olivia proposed meekly. Marcella didn't say anything, she just studied Olivia closely with her eyes.

Even though she knew that it was her mom who was practically naked, Olivia was the one who felt exposed as she was thoroughly scrutinized, she could feel her mother's gaze lingering on various points of interest, unsurprisingly she became aroused. "You're wearing that dress again filha." Her mother said at last, pursing her lips and moving towards the door, she was grinning somewhat lecherously Olivia thought; although her tone had sounded slightly disapproving.

"It's very comfortable, it's soft." She responded, feeling suddenly defensive. Marcella merely reached out with her right hand, placing it firmly on her daughter's generous backside and gently pushed her through the doorway. Olivia resisted at first, leaning back so that her mom had to work harder. She was enjoying the sensation of Marcella's cool hand squeezing her ass.

"It certainly is." Her mom quipped as her hand made a few playful exploratory passes over its surface, then without warning she slapped Olivia's butt hard enough to elicit a sharp yelp. "Get your booty into the kitchen, momma's hungry." Olivia glared over her shoulder but was already rushing out of range, she felt so many emotions it was hard to sort them all out. She felt angry and a little humiliated by the slap, but she felt intensely aroused by the way Marcella had been touching her. Marcella's words had also seemed like an entendre, maybe she was hungry for more than just breakfast?

Regardless, Olivia contented herself by committing to paying her mom back for the spanking at a later date. In the kitchen Marcella rinsed two dirty plates and drizzled six tamales with thermal enzyme, once they were piping hot she passed one of the plates over to her daughter. "Something special for you today." She murmured, reaching into the back of the fridge she pulled out a small opaque glass jar.

"Is that fucking sour cream?" Olivia could barely believe her eyes. Marcella grinned.

"And here I thought I could surprise you, but my filha is too smart for that." She got a small spoon out of a drawer and then carefully dolloped a spoonful onto each of their plates. "It was a gift from the bazaar. They gave it to me yesterday. Ten years filha. I had forgotten I had been there for so long. It's not fake, this is real, from a real cow." She said the word 'cow' with a kind of awed reverence that Olivia shared. Only the Favelos had cows, and only one or two at a time, clones created from DNA samples stolen from the national archive before it was destroyed.

At the small table they both ate the tamales in silence. Olivia savored each bite, the flavor was exquisite. They both smiled. When the last scrap of food was scraped from their plates, Olivia looked up lovingly at her mother. "Thank you for sharing that with me." Marcella tried to play it cool, she shrugged, but it was clear by the way that her body seemed to bounce that she was very pleased with herself.

"Well it only stays fresh for so long you know. It would be a crime to have any go to waste." Olivia nodded, but she was grinning, there wasn't much in the container, her mother could have easily eaten it all herself before it spoiled. Olivia felt a powerful surge of love that threatened to overwhelm her emotionally, a tear trickled down one cheek, she got up slowly from her seat and approached Marcella.

These strong feelings of affection made her reconsider her motives for revenge, paying her mom back for the spanking seemed extremely petty and small, but that train of thought also reminded her of how excited she'd been when Marcella had been touching her. She remembered that her mom wasn't wearing any underwear, and then the most arousing thought of all: if she asked Marcella a question, her mom would tell her the truth. Olivia's crotch started throbbing dully, and she began to worry that it was impairing her better judgment.

"Mom." She started, almost uncertain what she might say. "I know we already talked about last night, but the truth is I can't stop thinking about it." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts while ignoring the growing heat between her legs. Once again there was no need for deception, she was actually thinking about the events of the previous night. Marcella just sat there quietly, her face the very picture of patient concern.

"The things you said. I can't seem to forget them, even if that man made you say them. I was there the whole time, watching and listening. I didn't tell you this before but I felt things while it was happening that scared me, and even worse... excited me. Now I think I might be a lesbian, but I don't know. I'm not sure about anything right now." She was crying for real, her clever monologue had morphed seamlessly into a confession that she had neither planned nor wanted to make.

Her mother's face radiated love, all the harshness of the years seemed to melt away, she looked twenty years younger. Olivia was once again struck by Marcella's otherworldly beauty. "Oh baby. I wish you had told me sooner." She reached out with both hands and pulled her daughter into her arms. Olivia slumped awkwardly down into her mother's lap, she was kind of mess and still weepy. Marcella stroked her hair until the tears stopped flowing.

"I can't imagine what it must have been like, but no matter what you felt I want you to know that it's okay with me, I don't want you to think that I expect you to pretend that nothing happened." She paused, her face flushing slightly before she continued. "I think it would be very strange if you didn't feel afraid, and... excited. Considering everything." Olivia could feel the warmth of Marcella's lap through the thin material of her dress, it reminded her that there wasn't much standing between them.