The girls get breakfast

Haley's POV

The smell of bacon woke Haley up with a start. She'd passed out in an awkward squat against the thin wall between her bedroom and her mother's, her skinny bare legs splayed open, leggings tossed across her messy room, panties pulled aside, her clean-shaven little slit still warm and fuzzy along with her head. That man had done something to her...he barely touched her, barely spoke to her, but since he had, her whole body, from her fingers to her toes, burned hot. It wasn't exciting, it was frustrating, spending all night slumped against that wall pawing at herself, any and all attempts at relief futile as she listened to her own mother being...

She quickly banishes the train of thought as she hops up and dresses herself in her uniform, a pleated skirt and white shirt and blazer, before heading downstairs, eager to return to the mundane reality of a quiet breakfast with Mom.

Instead she finds her practically beaming as she hummings while tending to the frying pan full of bacon and eggs, dressed in one of her morning gowns. She always look terrible in a morning, groggy and drained, and with the attitude to match, but there was a youth in her that brought out her long lost beauty, her skin shiny, her posture tall and perky...even without her make-up, she looks better than she has in years.

Weirder still was the woman sat at the table; a pretty white girl, a few years older than her, with a messy head of brunette hair that fell on her exposed shoulders, the oversized gown she'd borrowed off of mom in a constant state of slipping down her slender frame. She recognised her from the night before, but that's it...she never asked, but was her mom...

The girl noticed her and gave her a polite, friendly smile and wave, just as Mom turned to her, giving her the same, before it fades to a look of concern.

"Morning sweetie...jesus, hun, you look terrible...did you sleep alright? We didn't keep you up, did we?".

An upbeat Mom, a stranger, probable lover at the table, no mention or scolding of her late night out...what the fuck is going on.

"Er, no..." Haley manages, too frazzled and frightened to let loose the barrage of questions rolling around in her head, instead collapsing in the chair opposite the stranger, rubbing the sleep from her eyes the best she could.

Her mom lays a plate stacked with bacon eggs and buttered toast under Haley, who gratefully takes up her fork and knife and tears into it, the savoury taste sensation renewing her a little.

"You sure you don't want anything, Emma hun? Oh, Haley, this Emma, by the way, she and our mas-...our boy...her boyfriend slept over last night".

Haley gives Emma a quick grunt and wave, her cheeks too full of food for anything else, and gets an amused giggle and a raise of a steaming coffee in return.

Did she honestly expect her to buy that? Or is she too high on this new, weird swinger lifestyle to care?

Emma gulps down the last of Mom's coffee and rises from her seat. "I'm fine, I've got to shower and go run some errands for, er, my boyfriend" both Emma and Mom giggle now, like their sharing some private joke just from them, before Emma gives Mom a peck on the cheek like it's the most natural thing in the world, as she saunters out of the kitchen on bare feet.