Heading out for class

The next morning you come downstairs ready for class. Your mom is standing at the kitchen island in a soft, worn night shirt that barely reaches the tops of her thighs. The thin material leaves both nipples fully visible—dark and hard against the fabric. When she reaches up for a mug the shirt lifts and you get a clear flash of the bottom of her bare ass.

She turns and catches you looking.

“Morning. You watched the one Manny sent, right? The one on your bed?”

You nod once, throat tight.

She smiles, casual, like she’s asking about the weather.

“How did it stack up against the others? All those times I came… squirting all over his face and that thick cock… right there on your sheets. Was it better than the group ones? Better than watching me with Mrs. Steel? Be honest with Mommy.”

She walks closer to grab her keys off the counter. The night shirt sways and rides up again, giving you another unobstructed look at her bare cheeks and the soft underside of her ass.

“You don’t have to answer right now. Just think about it while you’re sitting in class… knowing how many times I came on your bed for that video.”

She gives you a soft, knowing look, nipples still clearly poking through the thin shirt.

“Don’t be late, baby.”