Pairings: mom Jill Valentine x daughter reader
CW: Jill’s creepy and manipulative, fingering, cunnilingus (both reader receiving), emotional incest (?), SEXUAL INCEST, established relationship between mother & daughter, reader refers to Jill as “mama” mostly and “mom” like once, reader is legal age like in their twenties or something, also I’m getting tired of doing these titles what if I just didn’t do titles anymore
Jill had called your name from the living room. It was dark except for the TV and the glow of the small lamp next to her. Mama was afraid of the dark, and you know why. Her job ruined her and the possibility of having a normal life with her sweet girl. She resented it and the nightmares that came with it, she was always scared something would pop out of the dark and bite her, or even worse you. Maybe someone could plant a bioweapon in the house to kill her, she was an elite operative of the BSAA and if she was dead bio terrorists would have a field day.
“Yes mama?” You reply standing at the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room.
“Come here, I want my girl in my arms.” Jill pats the seat next to her and opens her arms. You’ve never seen her hug anyone willingly except for when it’s you. She’s always been loving with you. You lay in her arms and it feels like you’re melting into her. Mama was all you needed. Even in your mid twenties. People always say you two were awfully close, there’d be a hidden uncomfortable undertone in their voices but they don’t say anything. Jill was too scary to say anything, and they knew if they said something about you especially, they’d get an earful. Maybe suspended or fired if they worked for her.
Jill kisses your cheek, then under your ear. A little too close to your neck. You don’t pull away in discomfort but you honor it and almost… shudder in pleasure.
“My sweet girl. You know, sometimes it feels like you were made for me. By me. I don’t know how someone like me made something so perfect.”
“Don’t say that. You are perfect.”
“Mh-mh.” She shakes her head and nuzzles your shoulder with her nose.
“Mhm,” you turn around and hold her face in your hands, the only person in the whole world who you loved more than anything felt like she was garbage. That hurt. “You made me perfect because you are perfect.”
She turns her head to kiss your warm palm, “What would I do without you?”
What would she do without you? She’d have no beautiful girl to come home to, a beautiful girl with no responsibilities because mama told you from the start that she’ll do everything for you and her baby doesn’t deserve the stress of having a job and money, no one to check on her when things got bad. Sure, Chris occasionally did, but sometimes it seemed patronizing to her, even though he didn’t mean it like that. Mama was hurt whenever she saw he felt like he was walking on eggshells around her, ever since the whole P30 thing Wesker did to her. She wanted normalcy, and that’s what you gave her. You were the only thing that hasn’t been taken from her, and she’d do anything to make sure it never happens.
“I don’t know. Just stop doubting yourself mama.”
“But what if one day I can’t keep you safe?”
“Well that’s why I stay here as best as I can, like you told me. I understand.”
“I know and you’ve been such a good girl at following the rules, but life is unpredictable hun.”
“Mama don’t worry, okay?”
“How can I not worry? You’re all that matters to me.”
“Well you’re all that matters to me too, so stop being upset.”
“What if one day I come home and you’re— and something’s got you—“
You don’t know how to react to her panicked rambling. Mama always gets panic attacks but… you couldn’t lie, her job really did put you in harms way and one day she could come home and find you tied up in a chair with some masked dude asking her for money or a code for a BSAA file or vault, so you kiss her. It works like a charm every time.
Her pale cheek cupped in your hand and your soft lips against each other feels like absolute heaven, until it breaks. Jill always broke away first.
“Just stop it mama. Please. I love you.”
She leans in for another kiss and it seems like you had the same idea because you lean in for one at the same time, this kiss is longer and harder. Her hand slips under your shirt and cups one of your breasts. She pulls away and you think your favorite kind of attention ended, “Can’t believe I made you.” And she leans right back in to keep kissing you. Her hands glide over your hips and it slips into your waistband, cupping the globe of your ass in both. You know what that means, it’s a silent gesture for ‘take your clothes off’. So that’s what you do, and you’re left in nothing on her lap.
“There’s my beautiful girl.”
You smile at her and Jill shifts and picks you up, taking you to her bedroom. It was sick to think about how that used to be the bed you’d cuddle up with her on after you’d had nightmares years ago. But it didn’t feel wrong when you were doing it.
“Ooh! Oh!,” Jill’s hand slaps over your mouth and she leans down and shushes you from behind, her fingers were so deep inside of you it felt like your brain was melting and leaking out of every exit of your body. She’s using three of them and you’d never be able to reach as deep as she is if it were your own, that’s one thing you didn’t get from her. And a lot of things, unfortunately. She’s so beautiful. But at least you two could sometimes get away with chaste kisses in public since you didn’t look so much alike.
“If you wanna cum you have to be quiet. Okay?”
“Mhhmmm..” you whimper behind her hand and she curls her fingers again. You can feel her chest against your back and she removes the hand over your mouth to wrap it around your front and mess with your puffy clit. You can feel the pleasure build up so quickly and it washes over you in waves and your cunt squeezes your mothers fingers. No one could make you feel as good as she does. She tells you that. You moan into the pillow your face was buried in and Jill retracts her hands to grab you hair and she pulls it back enough for you to talk.
“You’ll never leave me, right?”
It’s hard for you to talk with your brain turned to mush so you just shake your head and Jill drops it with a chuckle, sliding the blanket over the both of you. No boy or girl could ever compare to your mother. Even if you dated all the best candidates, no one would ever know you as much as mama does. She tilts your head up to hers to kiss you long and hard and she pulls away to look at your worn face. “My poor girl, you need some rest.”
No, you want more. “No… please? More?”
Sighing, she flips you onto your back and gently rubs the inside of your thighs and positions herself until her mouth is lined up with your tingly cunt, it was still super sensitive. She leans in and gives a gentle lick up to your clit from your leaky hole and you arch your back and lift your hip up slightly. She pats your thigh. “Can’t say no to that cute face. No more after this, okay?”
“Okay,” you lay a hand gently on her head and only tug slightly when she starts licking again, she sucks your clit and the room is filled with obscene wet slurping and sucking sounds and your soft content whimpers. When she swirls her tongue around your clit mid suck you moan louder so she keeps doing it, and once you reach your peak your whole body shivers and twitches, moaning her name and gushing. Well, not her name, but mama. Same thing.
You spend the rest of the night in her arms where you belonged. Shes all you need, and you’re all she needs. She’s drilled it into your head since you were born not to trust anyone else except for her and maybe Chris and Claire, but mostly her. Everyone else was a danger and could take you away from her because of her line of work. That’s why people were so negative about your love for her! They didn’t understand. They didn’t have to, as long as you had your mother. Sometimes you wish she was born much later so she could’ve gotten an abortion or felt more free in her dating choices. She started sleeping around to cope with stuff at some point, ended up with you even though she liked girls and not men like your lame father which you’ve never even met. Maybe she did consider an abortion but it wasn’t exactly smiled upon back then and she’s the cofounder of a UN sanctioned organization. Or maybe she just wanted something that was finally hers and hers only and let herself be selfish for once.
