A slight mishap

The rest of the family has already stood up and left to start their day while you still sit there and go over the eventful breakfast. Apparently, you have a new name now. Layla. Well, it could have been worse, Trixie for example, or Candy.

You are torn out of your thoughts by your mother. "Hey Layla, since you are still here, would you mind helping me with the dishes?"

"Sure mom." you reply.

Standing side by side at the sink the two of you work quietly together. You are just getting comfortable in this new role of yours when in a moment of carelessness a big pot slips out of your hands and lands with a big splash in the dirty sink water, completely soaking your clothes. "Shit!", you curse and look down on your ruined stuff.

"Oh, come on, Layla! I just got these things out for you. There are not that many clothes that fit you, you know?", a bit frustrated your mom wipes the remaining water away before grabbing a washcloth and wordlessly leading you towards the attic again.

"Strip."

The command is familiar to you and this time you follow without hesitation, happy to get out of the icky stuff. To your surprise your mom now steps forward, grab the washcloth and begins rubbing your skin with the damp, slightly cool fabric. You don't dare to say anything about it though, because she is already angry enough about you ruining her stuff.

With rough movements she stokes over your flat, tight belly before slowly working her way up. Soon she reaches your firm breasts with she cleans with the same thoroughness. Your head now has the color of a tomato because as hard as you try not to, you can already feel the arousal rising in you. To your shame your mother notices it to. "Getting horny again, are we?" She wipes the cloth between your legs, and you can't help but moan slightly. Stupid curse, you think as your mother laughs at your hair trigger.

"My, aren't you a horny little thing. Even worse than I thought. I just fingered you to an orgasm barely an hour ago." You notice that while she tries to sound angry, she really is more fascinated about your near constant arousal. Curiously she wipes the cloth over your lady parts again.

"Ahaaah-", you involuntarily give voice to your moan. Your obvious lust and need are closely observed by your mom, which in turn somehow adds to the arousal. "Please mom, could you….", you try not to sound too **** but fail miserably at it. Your body has the control over your actions now.

Your begging must have flipped some sort of switch in your mother because next she steps up close to your naked, shivering body and grabs you by the hair to hold you upright. "Tell me clearly what you want from me." Suddenly her voice sound way more self-secure, almost dominant.

Your lust dictates your answer. "Please, mom, could you get me of again? I really need it, please?"