Morning After

The next morning you head downstairs to leave for class, still half-asleep and trying not to think about the video. Your mom is in the kitchen in an old oversized night shirt that stops mid-thigh. The thin fabric clings to her tits; both nipples are clearly hard and completely visible through it. When she turns to the fridge the shirt rides up just enough that the lower curve of her bare ass shows.

She glances over her shoulder and smiles.“Morning, baby. Did you watch the one from Jamal’s place last night?”

You freeze by the door.She pours coffee, the shirt shifting so one nipple presses even more clearly against the fabric.“How did it stack up against the earlier ones? Coach… your best friend and ex… Mrs. Steel… that thick monster cock with his two friends finishing on my face. Be honest. Did Mommy look like she was having a good time taking every inch of that huge dick?”

She turns fully toward you, leaning against the counter. The night shirt is short enough that if she moves even a little more you’ll see everything. Her nipples stay blatantly outlined.“You can tell me on your way out. Or you can just think about it all day in class.”

She takes a slow sip of coffee, eyes on you, bare ass still half-exposed as she shifts her weight.“Have a good day, baby.”