[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 100: Recap

Lacy sat at the kitchen table and looked through a photo album she had in her hands. She was smiling as she flipped through the pages, careful too so as to avoid getting a paper cut, knowing it would sting. She flinched just thinking about it.

It was a good day outside, one of the few situations where it was sunny outside here in Ashley. No rain, no snow-just pure sun.

DOOM, DOOM, DOOM!

No, it wasn’t a hurricane that was sounding off, that was her twelve year old daughter, Aurora. She had grown so quickly throughout the years. Following after her, was Adama, an Alpha who was Aurora’s eight year old sister.

"Off to school, Mommy!"

Lacy laughed at her daughters; they were so sweet to each other and her. She hugged them and gave them a kiss each on their forehead, wishing them a good day.

SLAM!

Lacy flinched at her daughters slamming the door shut while they skipped out the door to the elementary school that was down the street.

The Omega shook her head, so many years. She started at the first page of the book. There was a picture of her and Clara at that damn governmental school they were forced to attend back in Hoshimura. Then there was a picture of the barn. She laughed at herself. She had given Salmona a blow job in that barn.

"Wow!" She said, looking at the next image consisting of the mansion she had moved into. Samantha and Salmona in the front yard smiling especially Samantha.

Salmona came tapping down the stairs and gave Lacy a kiss on the cheek. "Morning! What you looking at?"

"Our little photo album scrap book."

"Oh shit," Salmona pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down. She leaned over Lacy’s shoulder. She pointed at a picture of Lacy’s food truck. "Man, I was so pissed when Theresa signed off on those papers. Then she beat us when we beat you. Bitch!"

Lacy laughed, rubbing Salmona’s arm. They looked at the images of the hospital Lacy had to go to so as to become a "better Omega".

"I’m so glad we moved here," Salmona whispered. "Its so freeing here in Ashley. So glad Aurora can go to a regular school even after she had her first heat."

"They’re getting so old," Lacy said with tears about to stream from her eyes. Salmona reached over and wiped the tears away. "We’re getting old."

"And children get older," Salmona sung, both women laughing. They continued to flip through the images and they came to one with Lacy, Daniella, and Josh, and Ms.

A warm smile came over Lacy’s face, she pulled the hair back from her eyes, reliving the years that brought her here. Here to this very house she was in.

Lacy looked at Salmona, kissing her on the lips. Their lips becoming one with one another. Salmona stood up and took Lacy by the hand, leading her to their bedroom. Lacy stood in front of the bed and slowly disrobed, her confidence slowly draining as she did.

"You’re beautiful," Salmona said. It was hard for Lacy to hear since she had birthed two kids, her breast sagged, her ass a bit saggy as well, she gained a little weight.

Salmon walked to Lacy and began to kiss her neck, slowly making her way downward. Lacy closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of Salmona’s lips against her skin. She felt Salmona’s hands gently pull at the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head.

The air in the room felt cool against her exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Salmona’s fingers traced the stretch marks on Lacy’s belly, silver lines that told stories of pregnancies and births, before moving to unbutton her jeans.

Each movement was deliberate, unhurried, as if committing every curve and imperfection to memory. Lacy’s breath hitched when Salmona’s palm pressed flat against her lower back, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned.

Salmona placed her face into Lacy’s pubic hair, smelling the bush, the Omega’s musk and sex. Her womanhood, her Omegahood. Salmona kissed it. She kissed the cunt, tasting the saltiness and bitterness of her.

The Alpha pulled back and licked her lips. She looked up at Lacy with glazed eyes, "You’re so fucking hot. I love your pussy."

Lacy flushed, using her hands to cover her face. Salmona stood up and took her hands away.

"No, no, no, Lacy...you’re an Omega. Nothing wrong with your body." Salmona went back down and began to suck the life out of Lacy’s cunt!

The Omega gasped, her fingers tangling in Salmona’s hair as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Each flick of Salmona’s tongue sent sparks dancing along her nerves, a familiar yet always overwhelming sensation that made her thighs tremble.

She arched her back, pressing herself deeper against Salmona’s mouth, losing herself in the wet heat and the rhythmic suction that pulled moans from her throat. Her breath came in ragged bursts, the room filling with the slick sounds of intimacy and her own soft whimpers.

Salmona’s hands gripped Lacy’s hips, holding her steady as she worked with relentless focus, tongue circling her clit before plunging inside again.

The pressure built low in Lacy’s belly, a familiar, urgent tightening that spread like wildfire through her limbs. Her fingers tightened in Salmona’s hair, not guiding, just anchoring herself as pleasure coiled tighter, threatening to snap.

Lacy began to feel her orgasm cumming. She grabbed onto Salmona’s hair and shoved her pussy further down her mouth.

"Hmmm, cum in my mouth," Salmona demanded. Lacy threw her head back, her knees about to buckle beneath her.

"OOOHHHHHH!" It washed through her like a whale in the ocean coming up for air. Lacy laughed and fell back onto the bed behind her. Salmona hugged her, on the bed with her. "I love you," she said to her Alpha.

"I love you too and when Samantha gets home, have her eat your ass, I love watching," Salmona said. Lacy playfully punched the Alpha in the stomach.

Salmona pulled Lacy closer, their bodies molding together on the rumpled sheets. Lacy traced the scar above Salmona’s eyebrow, a relic from their early days in Hoshimura when defiance came with bruises.

Outside, the wind rustled the oak tree against their window, casting dancing shadows across the ceiling. Salmona’s thumb brushed Lacy’s lower lip, a silent question hanging between them.

Lacy answered by closing the distance, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on Salmona’s tongue, a mingling of salt and sweetness that anchored her in the moment. The kiss softened, becoming slower, more exploratory.

Salmona’s hand drifted downward, calloused fingertips tracing the curve of Lacy’s hipbone, then sliding along her inner thigh with possessive familiarity. Lacy shivered, arching into the touch, the earlier self-consciousness dissolving under Salmona’s unwavering focus.

It was so cute to see Samantha running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She picked up Adama’s back pack and threw it over her shoulder.

"Adama, where are your cleats?"

"IIIIIIIII DDOOOOONNNTTT KKKNOOOOW!"

Samantha felt like she was about to have a heart attack with rallying these kids together for the soccer match.

"AURORA!! WHERE ARE YOU?" Samantha called out, Lacy and Salmona were already at the field with the family with the exception of Theresa. Samantha stood by the front door looking at the clock on her cellphone. She needed to fuck. After all this was done, she was going to be pounding Lacy into oblivion. "AURORA!!!"

"I’M COMING!" The twelve year old yelled back.

SLAM!

Samantha entered into her bedroom and saw Aurora on her cellphone. "Who are you talking to? Is it an Alpha? It better not be an Alpha. I will whoop that Alpha’s ass!"

"SIRE!! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"HURRY UP AND GET IN THE CAAAAAARR!"

Samantha’s shout echoed through the hallway, vibrating the framed photos lining the walls. Aurora scrambled past her, cleats dangling from one hand, hairbrush clutched in the other, a whirlwind of pre-teen urgency leaving a trail of misplaced socks and scattered hair ties in her wake.

Samantha pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling the lingering scent of burnt toast and adolescent defiance. The clock mocked her; tiny digital numbers blinking relentlessly towards kickoff time.

Aurora’s footsteps thundered downstairs, followed by the frantic jingle of car keys snatched from the bowl by the door.

Samantha moved to the window, watching her daughter toss equipment into the trunk with haphazard urgency. The mid-morning sun caught the dust bunnies swirling in the air, turning them into frantic constellations above the worn welcome mat.

SLAM!

All the doors closed and Samantha took a long sigh. She was bent and it wasn’t even nine in the morning yet. She looked at Aurora in the passenger’s front seat.

"I can’t wait until you turn eighteen," Samantha said to the pre-teen.

"Be be careful what you wish fooooorrrr, siree!" Eighteen she would be shipped off to college and boom-one child to go!