Lisa

Lisa entered the kitchen to find her mother Vanessa mixing the cookie dough in a large bowl. Upon hearing her enter the room, the older woman looked up and gave her daughter a big smile.

"Hello Lisa," her mom said, setting down the bowl. She had been working on and off all day, and so was dressed in a light pink shirt and sweats covered in the front by a yellow apron dusted with flour. Despite that, she still kept a sunny look on her face as she asked, "Where's Kate? Did you two finish organizing the attic?"

"Yeah, we did," Lisa said, "Kate just left, but I wanted to help you finish up here."

"Oooh, that's so sweet of you dear!" her mom cooed, "I'm not having too much trouble right now, but if you really want something to do go ahead and grab the rolling pin and cookie cutters from the cupboard. Oh, and don't forget an apron!"

"Got it," Lisa said, going over to grab an apron off the hook by the pantry and putting it on. As she tied it behind her back, she could swore she saw her mom staring at her.

Crap, can she see the sticker? Lisa asked herself, tugging on the sleeve hiding her new tattoo in subconscious shame. If her mother did see anything though, she didn't say, so Lisa tried to push the thought to the back of her head as she grabbed what she needed from the cupboard. However, she still felt eyes on her as she did, and when she turned around she just managed to catch her mother's eyes dart away from her again. This time though, Lisa could swear she saw the older woman's face take on a slight shade of pink.

Lisa wanted to come up with some kind of excuse for why she had a heart-encased 'MOM' on her arm, but even if she could think of one that didn't sound lame she was too embarrassed to speak up. Feeling awkward and a little guilty, Lisa just focused on setting up a spot on the counter to flatten the cookie dough.

"Ready for the dough," Lisa said once she had the cutting board properly prepared.

"Alright, here it comes," her mom said, coming up next to her and dumping the soft dough onto the board. She then kissed Lisa on the cheek, causing the girl to feel even more embarrassed.

"Aww, it's so cute how bashful you still are," Vanessa said. To Lisa's surprise, her mother gave her a slap on the butt before saying, "Now get cracking! The dough won't roll itself!"

"Mom!" Lisa exclaimed.

"Oh, did I do it too hard?" she asked in an oddly sweet tone.

Lisa tried to articulate something, but the shock of what just happened left her unable to do so. Instead, she mumbled something incoherent even to her, then turned around and started rolling the dough, thoroughly confused as to her mom's strange behavior.

However, it wasn't long before something even stranger happened. As she was rolling the dough flat, Lisa felt her mother's arms wrap around her waist, the older woman's hands slipping under the apron to hug the area right above her crotch. Lisa froze as she felt her mom's chin on her shoulder.

"Don't stop on my account," her mother said in a husky tone, her hot breath caressing Lisa's ear.

"M-Mom?" Lisa stammered, completely flabbergasted as to what was happening, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry baby," Vanessa cooed, kissing Lisa on the nape of her neck, "It's just so sexy watching you work. I can't help it."

What the fuck? What the fuck?!?

Lisa's hands went white, and she shakily let go of the rolling pin. She wanted to shove her mother off of her, but for some reason Lisa gently removed her mother's arms from her waist instead.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Lisa repeated. She wanted to scream, but her voice instead came out in a nervous squeak.

"Just showing my darling how much I love her," her mother said with a sultry smile.

Okay, something was definitely wrong here. The only person Lisa ever heard her mom call 'darling' was her father. Just like her father was the only person Lisa ever saw her mom stare at like... that.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Vanessa asked with a frown, "You look pale."

"M-Mom," Lisa choked out, fully turning around to face the older woman, "Why... why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" she asked, cocking her head in confusion.

Lisa paused to think of how she could possibly say what she wanted out loud to her own mother. Eventually she settled on, "Like... like I'm Dad."

"Oh baby, I'm sorry," her mother cooed, "I should have known that would make you uncomfortable."

"Yeah," Lisa said, feeling relieved that her mom seemed to understand, "It's really weird."

"I bet," Vanessa said with a small laugh, "I imagine I'd have a hard time enjoying it if my girlfriend treated my like their ex."

Lisa felt her knees grow weak as her eyes widened.

"W-What?" Lisa stammered, "G-Girlfriend? Ex? Wh-What..."

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" her mother said, her face brightening in joy, "The divorce papers finally got processed! As of eight o'clock this morning, I am a free woman once again!"

"D-Divorce?" Lisa asked in shock. Where was this coming from? Her parents had never showed signs of marital trouble before, so this was coming out of nowhere for her.

"That's right, darl- I'm sorry, sweetie," her mom said, wrapping her arms around Lisa's waist once more. This time however, the woman slipped her hands down the back of her shocked daughter's jeans as she said, "Now I'm all yours."

Lisa was so stunned at what was happening that she was unable to offer any resistance as her mother leaned in and started kissing her passionately.