The morning sun I stretched beneath the crisp white sheets, my skin still humming from the night before. The scent of him lingered on my body-musky, intoxicating, a reminder of everything we'd done.

My fingers trailed down my stomach, teasing the edge of the oversized shirt I'd borrowed from him, the fabric swallowing me whole and barely covering the curve of my ass. Beneath it, my mom's black lace thong I'd chosen was barely more than a scrap of lace, the thin material doing little to hide the plug nestled between my cheeks. I could feel it shift slightly as I moved, a constant, teasing pressure that made me bite my lip.

I slipped out of bed, the shirt barely reached mid-thigh, leaving my legs bare and my ass on full display with that damn plug taunting me with every step.

My hair was a wild mess, curls tousled from his fingers, and I could still feel the ghost of his lips on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I needed him again. Now.

Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of coffee and something sweet-probably one of the pastries he'd picked up yesterday. The sound of soft humming reached my ears, and I knew it was her. Mum. She was always up early, always moving, always there. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. I had plans for today. Big ones.

I padded into the kitchen, the shirt riding up slightly with each step, the thong clinging to my skin. The plug shifted again, pressing just right against my clit with every movement, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as she stirred something in a bowl, her back to me. She turned, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me.

"Baby" she said, her voice warm but edged with surprise. "You look... different."

I smirked, pushing off the frame and sauntering toward her. The shirt rode up even more, the hem barely covering my ass now. I could see her eyes flick down, just for a second, before snapping back up. Good. She noticed.

"Different how?" I asked, tilting my head, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. The shirt slipped off one arm, baring more skin. I didn't bother to fix it.

She cleared her throat, stirring the bowl a little too vigorously. "You're wearing his shirt."

I grinned, stepping closer, close enough that she could smell him on me too. Close enough that the hem of the shirt barely covered the thong. "Yeah. I liked the way it smelled. Still does." I leaned in, pressing a quick, lingering kiss to her cheek. "It's soft. Comforting." My lips brushed her ear as I spoke, and I felt her shiver. "Just like him."

Her fingers tightened around the wooden spoon. "You're wearing nothing else?"

"Not nothing," I purred, rotating my hips just enough to make the black lace shift. The anal plug inside me pressed deeper, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. "Almost nothing."

She turned back to the stove, but not before I caught the way her breath hitched. I knew that look. The one that said she wanted to look away but couldn't. The one that said she was fighting it.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "You're playing with fire, love."

I laughed, low and throaty, running a hand through my hair. "Oh, Mum. I'm not playing." I turned, giving her a view of my ass in the thong as I walked to the coffee pot. The plug shifted again, pressing into me just right, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

"I had one of the best nights yesterday and I plan on having another one today." I said

She made a strangled sound, her face flushing pink. I poured myself a cup of coffee, the steam curling around me as I took a slow sip. The shirt rode up even more when I raised my arm, and I knew she could see the lace of the thong, the way it disappeared between my cheeks. The plug was visible now too, just a hint of it peeking out from beneath the fabric.

I turned back to her, leaning against the counter, spreading my legs just enough to tease. "You should've heard him last night. The way he begged for me." I took another sip, watching her over the rim of the cup. "The way he took me. Over and over. Until I was a mess of his hands and his mouth and his cock." I licked my lips, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Until I was full of him."

Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the spoon.

I set the cup down with a sharp clink. "He's downstairs, you know. In his room." I stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off me. Close enough that she could smell the musk of sex clinging to my skin. "Waiting for me." I reached out, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. "And I'm going to give him exactly what he wants."

Her cheeks flushed. She licked her lips, glanced at the clock, then back at me. "You're teasing me on purpose."

"Always," I whispered, stepping closer, close enough that my bare thigh brushed against the hem of her skirt. She was wearing my red lace thong under her sundress-tight, glossy, and barely there. I could see the outline of it under the thin fabric. I reached out, fingers brushing the curve of her hip through the skirt. "You're wearing mine too."

She didn't pull away.

I let my hand trail lower, teasing the edge of the thong beneath her skirt. "You like it when I borrow your clothes, don't you and when I wear them like this... barely there?" My voice was soft, almost a whisper. "You know what like it even more when you wear mine."

Her breath came faster. She set the spoon down and turned to me fully. "You're impossible."

"And you're wet," I shot back, watching her eyes widen. "I can smell it."

She gasped, but didn't deny it. Instead, she grabbed my wrist, not to push me away, but to pull me closer. "You're playing with me, baby."

She didn't let go of my wrist. Instead, she pulled me against her, her body pressing into mine. I could feel the heat through the thin fabric, the way her pussy was already damp, already aching. The plug inside me throbbed in response.

"You're wearing his shirt," she said, her voice husky now. "And my thong."

"And you're wearing mine," I replied, sliding a hand up her thigh, fingers hooking under the lace. "Let me see."

She didn't stop me. Didn't push me away. Instead, she spread her legs just enough to let me touch her.

I groaned, my fingers sliding between her thighs, finding the slick heat of her already soaking the lace. "Fuck, Mum. You're soaked."

She moaned, her head falling back as I teased her clit through the fabric. "We shouldn't-"

"Shh," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. "We will."

I dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen, my mouth replacing my fingers. The lace was warm against my lips as I licked her through it, savoring the taste of her arousal. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I sucked on the lace, pulling it against her clit.

"Oh God," she whimpered, her hips bucking against my mouth.

I pulled back just enough to say, "Take it off."

She didn't hesitate. She hooked her fingers in the sides of the thong and slid it down her legs, kicking it aside. I dove back in, this time with nothing between us. My tongue found her swollen clit, and I licked her in slow, deliberate circles.

"Baby, please-"

I hummed against her, the vibration making her shudder. "Please what?"

"Fuck me," she gasped, her thighs trembling.

I stood up, my mouth glistening with her arousal. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the hallway, toward the bedroom. But she stopped me, pressing me against the counter instead.

"Not in there," she said, her voice rough with need. "Here. Now."

I smirked. "On the kitchen counter?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she hoisted herself up onto the counter, her skirt riding up around her waist. She was bare beneath it, her pussy glistening. She spread her legs wide, inviting me in.

I dropped to my knees again, this time pulling her to the edge of the counter. She was already dripping, her arousal coating her thighs. I licked her from ass to clit, savoring the taste, the way her body trembled under my touch.

"Fuck, baby," she moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter. "Lick me. Please."

I did. I licked her with slow, deep strokes, my tongue curling around her clit before dipping inside her. She cried out, her hips lifting off the counter as I fucked her with my tongue.

"Oh God, yes-"

I pulled back just enough to say, "You like that?"

She nodded frantically. "More. Deeper."

I obliged, sliding two fingers inside her as I licked her clit. She gasped, her body clenching around my fingers as I curled them inside her, finding that spot that made her whimper.

"Fuck, yes, right there-"

I worked her faster, my fingers pistoning in and out as my tongue flicked against her clit. She was close, I could feel her body tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Cum for me," I whispered against her pussy. "Let me taste you."

She came with a cry, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I lapped at her, drinking down every drop of her cum, savoring the taste of her arousal.

When she finally stilled, her breath coming in quick pants, I stood up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my hips as she pulled me closer.

"You're going to kill me, Holy shit," she whispered.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah. Holy shit."

She looked wrecked. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, her skin flushed. And she was mine.

I kissed her again, slow and deep this time. "Round two?" I asked against her lips.

She smirked, her fingers already trailing down my stomach. "You're insatiable." I grinned. "Only for you and dad."

Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, then she said, "You're going to ruin him."

I was surprised, smiled and shook my head, my grin widening. "No, Mum. I'm going to ruin myself." 

I turned, walking toward the stairs, the shirt barely covering my ass, the thong clinging to my skin, the plug pressing against me with every step. "But first... I'm going to let him ruin me all over again."