A 'dark-skinned' woman

The moment Delia peered on through, she knew.

This had been her son. Now, the pregnant dark-skinned woman decked out in a skimpy leopard print bikini was all that remained. If anything, she should be happy that Ash had somehow managed to come back. But not in a state like this.

"Like mom, I'm back!" the woman announced, Delia closing the door for the second. Just the smell alone was intoxicating, drawing her in. While the mother considered herself straight, why must it be her former son of all people who challenged that notion. Those lips and the white circles around the eyes had drawn her in.

"Think." she told herself, making a glance towards the door. On one hand, maybe it would be okay if she let her daughter in. That way, she could keep some control. Maybe even have some fun with her. Make this slut h- "No, I couldn't do that. That would be wrong."

Yet, why did the idea seem so tempting to her? Maybe there was only one way to find out.