On your knees:

Your mother is sitting at the dining room table with a cup of coffee, wrapped in a loosely tied robe. She doesn’t look up until you’ve closed the door behind you. Her mouth is open to say something, but when she sees how you’re dressed she stops. Eyes hungrily taking in your appearance.

“I’m sorry I’m late mom,” you say, which you are, but not for the reason she wants you to be sorry.

“Hmm, I see that you’re putting in some effort at least,” she tilts her head to the side, “Are you wearing your bra and panties under there still? Show me.”

“I- well, yes and no.”

“What does that mean?” she asks impatiently.

“I- they-” you sigh, “I had a bit of an accident, Krista was cleaning them for me but I had to leave before they were ready.”

“So you aren’t wearing anything?”

“No,” you sigh, and pull up the hem of your skirt as well as the shirt so you can show your mom the panties and bra, “Krista loaned me these.”

She is silent for a while, then squinting her eyes at you, “Did she? Or did you take them like you tried taking mine?”

“She loaned them to me!” you say a little too forcefully, “I promise, you can ask her. She thought I’d look cute in them or something.”

Your mom has a serious look on her face for a few seconds, then laughs.

“Well Everly, I’m glad you’re at least letting Krista in on you being my daughter now,” she smiles, “I was going to have a pretty cruel punishment for you since it’s already a quarter past eleven… But seeing that you’re wearing such a cute outfit, and you even asked your friend for clothes, I’ll reduce the punishment this time.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, but you know by the look on her face that your punishment still wouldn’t be something you liked.

“Come over here Everly,” she says, waiting for you.

You walk over cautiously, stopping across the table from her.

“No, over here.” She stands from her chair, and points at the ground in front of her.

You walk around the table and stop where she is pointing.

“Now kneel and scoot under the table.”

You didn’t like where this was going, but you kneel down and move so you’re under the table.

Your mom sits back down, and pulls her chair forward, so one leg is on either side of you, spreading the bottom of her robe open so you can see her hairy pussy.

“Now, I’m setting a timer for forty five minutes. Until the timer goes off you will stay where you are, and when there is a pussy in front of you, you will lick it. Do you understand?”

“What? You cant be serious!”

“Start licking, or I will give you the other punishment instead.”

You swallow, and lean forward. If this is the light punishment, you don’t want to know what the worse one is.

You start licking your mother’s pussy, it’s musky and you can feel how wet she is already. But you’ve only just begun when there is a knock at the front door.

You move to get up, but she quickly says “stay put like I told you.” Then stands up, walking to the closet. You hear her call out, “Just one minute!” towards the front door, then she returns with an oversized tablecloth, tossing it over the table so it hangs low enough to hide you. Then she walks towards the door.