Woken

The voice echoed again—closer now—sharp and urgent. "Wake up!" Your eyes snapped open, your lungs heaving as if you'd been drowning. The field was gone. but the weight on your chest was still there. You were in a bed, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, your heart hammering against your ribs.

A hand gripped your shoulder. You turned your head slowly, your throat tightened. Your body came back to you, which confused you for a moment, until you remembered who you were right now, your mother. Conversely, she, as you, now stood over you, her brow furrowed.

"Fucking finally"

Your lips curled in irritation as she dragged a hand through your messy hair. The sheets clung to your sweat-slick skin as you sat up, the weight of your mother’s breasts swaying heavily against your ribs. Your fingers twitched, phantom memory of Jamie’s cock still thick on your tongue.

"Where am I?"

"You don’t remember?" Her voice was sharp, your own voice, but twisted with something darker.

"You staggered back earlier this afternoon, reeking of sex, dripping with it."

Her fingers dug into your shoulder, nails biting flesh as she leaned closer—her breath hot, sharp with accusation. "You think I wouldn’t *know*?" Your pulse stuttered. The scent of Jamie’s and the other mans sweat still clung to your skin, his musk tangled in your hair, the sticky evidence still between your thighs.

Her grip tightened, forcing your chin up until your eyes met yours, blazing with something feral.

"I knew you'd love it," she hissed. Your stomach dropped. The phantom stretch of Jamie’s cock throbbed between your legs, the memory of his hips slamming into you,, raw and vivid. "You'll never forget that feeling again, I miss it..."

Her grip on your chin tightened, forcing your gaze to stay locked with hers. "You fought it at first," she murmured, her lips curling in a cruel smile. "But your body needed it right, you came so hard for him, didn’t you? Just like I used to."

She laughs and steps back, the sound sharp and mocking as it bounces off the bedroom walls.

"You should see your face," she purrs, "You don't need to look so shocked, I told you to do it after all!"

You still couldn't reply, you were extremely embarrassed, you felt extremely ****.

"Don't be embarrassed" she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "You should’ve seen Emily when I had her."

Your stomach twisted. Emily, you'd caught her sucking your cock... your mothers cock at the time, but surely there hadn't been enough time for them to fuck?

"Wh...when?"

Your mother laughed, low and throaty, as she watched your reaction. "In the toilets at school!"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, your mother had lost your virginity to Emily, and in college toilets at that, it didn't sound very romantic... then again, you had just been part of a threesome, with 2 men that were not your father... your body's husband.

"We couldn't come back here and get caught again!" She laughed as you didn't reply. "Anyway, you better get cleaned up, your father will be home soon..." She said, leaving.

Fuck, your father, you'd temporarily forgotten you had to deal with him, you didn't want him to see you like this... and you're very glad it wasn't him who found you...