Nightmare

The next morning you head downstairs to leave for class. Your mom is in the living room in a short night shirt that does almost nothing to hide her body. Both nipples are completely visible through the thin fabric, stiff and obvious. The hem sits high enough that when she bends even slightly to pick up her phone you see the full lower curve of her bare ass.

She looks up and smirks.

“Morning, baby. Got Josh’s video last night, didn’t you?”

You stop in the doorway.

She straightens, the shirt still failing to cover the bottom of her ass, and walks toward the kitchen. Every step makes the fabric shift.

“How did that one stack up against the others? That short, thick soda-can dick he kept shoving in my mouth… the way I choked on it… the facial he gave me while he talked shit about you the whole time. Did Mommy look like she was enjoying herself sucking that fat little cock?”

She turns at the counter, night shirt riding up again so you get another clear view of her bare cheeks. Her nipples stay blatantly outlined.

“You don’t have to say it out loud. Just carry it with you today. Think about how much I liked that thick short dick while you’re sitting in class.”

She takes a sip of water, eyes still on you, completely unbothered by how much she’s showing.

“Have a good one, baby. Try not to get too distracted.”