Adjusting

David woke up feeling rather odd; he felt both well rested and sore. As if he had done a lot of enjoyable hard work last night, but he didn't remember any of it. Though he had a very nice erotic dream last night and he'd probably have to deal with his pants in a moment. As he, in his lewd dream, had cum in his pants in his sleep. Hopefully if he kept quiet and didn't bring too much attention to himself, he could clean up before the mom or the daughter noticed.

He slowly began to open his eyes; as he did so, he noticed something rather off: his dick was in something soft, and the room was very dark. Then he picked up his head and said the room was dark. He'd just had his head on the mom's back, and his cock was still wedged between her ass cheeks. David shot up, shock clear in his movements, at the proof last night hadn't been an erotic dream.

Jamila got up herself now longer held down by David's body. She looked at him with an intense look. David was suddenly very scared she was going to make demands of him as compensation for using her body as his own toy. She didn't say any of that; she merely stared at him, and eventually, in a few moments, she was asking silently to be allowed to go to the bathroom to clean up. It made a sort of sense, as her culture had women very subservient to the male heads of house.

So still not entirely awake, he quickly spoke to her. "Of course you may use the bathroom." He said rather quickly, and Jamila looked at him for a moment, making David very concerned that he'd gotten it wrong somehow. She then, without a word, walked to the bathroom, and he heard the sink running not too long after. David breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had gotten it right.

David, now alone in the main bedroom, decided work needed to be done and right then. So he quickly grabbed yesterday's clothes and put them on. He then grabbed the soaked blankets and other laundry. He then went to the washer and dryer and proceeded to do the laundry. Trying his best to ignore everything around him while standing next to the driver and washer, scrolling through his phone.

There weren't a lot of updates for him or important news he needed to know about. Though scrolling through his phone looking for that kind of thing distracted him well enough. Eventually, though, he couldn't ignore what had happened as Jamila called him over to the table for breakfast. He came to the dinner table as his hungry stomach had told him to feed it.

He sat down across from the daughter with the mom to his left. The mom ate the breakfast she had prepared, not talking to anyone else at the table and keeping her eyes down. What she had fixed surprised him, as he had expected some exotic Moroccan dish for breakfast, but instead she made him the common breakfast and eggs. No bacon for the obvious reason, which disappointed him, but he'd live.

The daughter, though, looked like she wanted to put that to the test. As her eyes were slightly bloodshot and her face was a bit paler than it probably should have been. It take him long to figure out he'd probably kept her up by her mom's moaning. Which was probably the last thing she wanted to try and sleep through her first night at a new home.

He was not adjusting well to this situation that had escalated rather quickly, and he knew he would have to change that. He hadn't expected to sleep with the mom like he had and had no idea about the fallout of that, but hopefully he'll be able to deal with that. It would be hard, as it would be awkward for him to talk to the mom for a little while after what they'd done last night together.

The daughter was a worse option, though, as she hadn't liked him from the start, as far as he could tell. Last night's activities hadn't helped that at all. Though hopefully they'll be able to push the incident behind them and move on together. Though at the moment that would be a little much, so for the moment he just hoped to bet through breakfast without the daughter, Zohra, stabbing him with a fork.

Zohra stared at the man that had kept her up last night by fucking her mom and wondered if she'd get away with stabbing him. Her whole world has been turned upside down, and she lost all contact with her friends as well as her brother and dad. Her mother was all she had right now, and this fucker is going to get one night without taking her to bed. The audacity and insensitivity of that got her tightening her grip on her fork.

She took a breath and focused back on eating her breakfast. The bastard eventually tried to make small talk, and she ignored him. Though in all fairness she was ignoring both him and her mother. As her mother upset her for entirely different reasons than the bastard did. She understood what her mom had done to a degree, though she hated it happened. She comes from a country where being very nice to the right official was the difference between going home safe or being in front of a firing squad.

So her mom sleeping with him to try and make sure they were safe wasn't entirely unexpected, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Especially at the way her mom was acting right now. Her mother loved making traditional Moroccan-style dishes; she was patriotic like that. The fact she made an American-style breakfast without being asked was another sign of her trying to butter up the bastard in front of her.

That only thought couldn't have made her as angry as she is getting right now. No, it was her mother's eyes that were making her angry as well as hard to look at. There was a look in her mother's eyes that had been for her father when he was doing very well. Though if she was being honest, it was twice as intense as any such look her father had earned. She was ignoring that fact very hard right now.

Eventually she managed to stop strangling her knife and fork as well as not stare at the bastard with rage to finish her breakfast. Once she was done, she went to her room, slamming the door behind her. She made her way over to her bed and grabbed her pillow. Then she screamed into as loud as she could, trying to let out her rage safely. Once she was done screaming in frustration on her pillow, she sighed to herself. Once she was calm, she grabbed her texts, books, and got to work.

She was going to start school in a week, and she'd been given several textbooks from her new school to make sure she was up to date with the current curriculum. It was a boring way to spend her time, but she didn't want to go out and face the fact she was in a new country. Nor did she want to deal with the current situation with her mother and the bastard. So studying and listening to music to pass the time it was.

She spends the next couple of hours going through English, math, and science. She found what she was ahead of and what she was behind on. She did her best to be sure she was ready for school. Eventually she felt she was fine for the day after several hours of studying. She put her textbooks back in her backpack. Then she got up and put headphones in her ear. Then began to dance to her favorite music.

She lost herself in the song and movement for a while, trying not to think of anything but the beat of the song in her ears. She did this for a while until she tired herself out and lay down on her bed. She felt something wet as she lay down; she looked to see what it was and blushed crimson. It was last night. Panties embarrassed about the wet panties she threw then across the room against the opposing wall.

Seeing the evidence of last night got her frustrated once more, and so for a good bit she screamed into her pillow, angry and embarrassed. She did this until she couldn't do it anymore. She then rolled over breathing heavily as she stared at the ceiling. Last night she'd gotten worried about her mother's pained groans, so she went to check on her. Neither of them had noticed her slowly opening the door to see into the main bedroom, which had been a mistake.

Not too long after, she had snuck over to check on her mom, and her pained groans had turned into moans of pleasure. So she watched in shock and then arousal as the bastard hollowed out her mother's ass with his thick white cock. She'd fled to her room and touched herself, thinking about what she'd seen and heard. Then she hated herself once she was done and went to bed angry at the whole incident. She shook her head and got out her math textbook, hoping to drown out the memories of last night with equations.