Door is wide open, but the lighting is bad.

Lila looks in shock as she scrambles to cover herself from the figure at the door. The cummy phone clatters to the floor and her pussy practically squishes as she lets out a panicked "meep" and sits on the bed, not knowing that she's flashing that smooth, dripping pussy directly at them as she looks for something to cover herself with. Her brain took over and she knew she recognized the person at the door.

"Mom? Fuck...mom? What are you doing here?" Lila says in a panic. There's a hesitation and a shift in the stance of the person at the door. Lila relaxes a little but is still flooded with anxiety and a wash of other feelings, along with the soul-deep need to keep cumming. Fuck, was she being loud?

"Lila, we need to talk," the voice said sweetly. It was just a bit higher than normal, like she was trying to talk to Lila as if she was a child. "Lay back, baby...lay back and close your eyes so this isn't as embarrassing for you...getting caught like this."

Lila obeyed. Something was off, but that something was making her pussy tingle as the phone on the floor kept buzzing with new text alerts. The comforter on the bed was soft under her, a little soaking wet under her left ass cheek and cold there, but it was such a wicked contrast to the rest of her, especially her volanic pussy and hot nipples. Fuck why was she so turned on?

"Lila, honey," came that too-sweet voice again and this time it was accompanied by fingers grazing over Lila's...