Time to pick up the kids

It was a reminder to pick Abigail up from school. With a groan, Amanda glanced at the clock, the reality of her responsibilities crashing back down upon her. Seth, still smirking, released his grip on her hair, allowing her to sit up and wipe the excess cum from her face with the back of her hand.

"Looks like playtime's over," Seth said, no hint of regret in his voice. "Better go get your daughter before she starts to worry."

Amanda stood on shaky legs, her body still humming with the aftereffects of their intense encounter. She hurriedly rifled through her closet for clean clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of what she'd just done, what she'd let Seth do to her. Her hands shook as the guilt and shame of her behavior set in, her eyes not daring to look at the bed where Seth still lay naked as she pulled out a simple sundress. She began to dress, all too aware of Seth's eyes on her, his gaze raking over her like a physical caress.

Amanda threw on her sundress and sandals, her mind reeling as she tried to process the intense sexual encounter she had just shared with Seth. The guilt gnawed at her, but the lingering pleasure made it difficult to fully regret it. She glanced at herself in the mirror, noticing the way Seth's cum had left streaks on her face and chest. Hurriedly, she cleaned herself up as best she could, not daring to meet her own eyes in the reflection.

"I'll be back later," Seth promised, his voice low and filled with dark promise. Amanda shivered at the implications, her body already aching for more of his dominant touch. Amanda finished dressing and hurried out of the bedroom, Seth's gaze burning into her back. She grabbed her purse and keys, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The guilt of her infidelity weighed heavily on her, but the lingering pleasure of Seth's touch made it difficult to fully regret what had happened between them.

As she drove to the school to pick up Abigail, Amanda tried to compose herself, smoothing down her dress and taking deep breaths. She couldn't let her daughter see that something was amiss. When she arrived at the school, Abigail came bounding out, her face breaking into a wide smile when she saw her mother. Amanda **** a smile as Abigail climbed into the car, her little face beaming with excitement from her day at school. "How was your day, sweetie?" Amanda asked, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.

"It was great, Mommy!" Abigail chirped, oblivious to the turmoil within her mother. "We had art class and I made a picture of our family. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes, of course," Amanda replied, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the busy street. She glanced at Abigail in the rearview mirror, noticing the crayon drawing clutched in her small hands. The guilt of her infidelity pressed down on Amanda's chest, making it hard to breathe.

As they drove home, Abigail chattered on about her day, completely unaware of the inner turmoil her mother was experiencing. Amanda tried to focus on her daughter's words, forcing a smile and nodding in all the right places, but her mind kept drifting back to the passionate encounter with Seth.

By the time they arrived home, Amanda's head was spinning. She parked in the driveway and turned to Abigail. "Sweetie, why don't you go inside and start your homework while I... I just need a moment?" she suggested, trying to buy herself some time to collect her thoughts. Abigail nodded enthusiastically and climbed out of the car, bounding towards the front door with her artwork clutched to her chest.

Amanda leaned against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart. She could still feel the phantom touch of Seth's hands on her body, the memory of his lips on hers fresh in her mind. The intensity of their encounter left her both exhilarated and conflicted. Amanda **** herself to focus on the present, knowing she couldn't let her guilt and excitement show to Abigail. She gathered her thoughts and exited the car, plastering a smile on her face as she approached the house. Inside, she found Abigail sitting at the kitchen table, her tongue poking out in concentration as she worked on her spelling words. The scene of domestic normalcy clashed sharply with the images of her tryst that morning, causing Amanda's smile to falter. Amanda steels herself, determined to maintain the facade of normalcy for her daughter. She busies herself with making dinner, the familiar routine of chopping vegetables and seasoning meat providing a much-needed anchor in the swirling chaos of her emotions. As she works, she catches Abigail watching her with a curious expression, as if sensing something amiss.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Abigail asks, her young eyes searching her mother's face with innocent concern. Amanda's heart clenches at the question, knowing she can't share the complex web of emotions churning inside her. She forces a reassuring smile, determined to project calmness and stability for her daughter.

"I'm fine, sweetie." Amanda sets the knife down and moves to ruffle Abigail's hair affectionately. "Just a little tired, that's all. How was your day at school?" She steels herself, ready to engage in the familiar routine of mother-daughter conversation. "It was good. I had a spelling test... Mommy, you have a boo-boo on your neck!" Abigail announced suddenly, her eyes fixed on Amanda's neck, her brows furrowing in concern as she noticed the love-bites left there by Seth. "Are you okay?"