...lips, and dropped her neck back to normal size.
He opened his eyes, gasping and collapsing back onto the couch. “That…was…amazing…” he gasped, throwing his head back. His penis drooped, exhausted. She blew air on it and it popped back to life. She mounted him, proud of herself for her show of sex mastery. He felt her hot thighs, rushing with blood, climb across him as he prepared for another session. He didn’t plan on ending this anytime soon.
Violet walked into the kitchen, upset. Her parents never forgot to pick her up from school. She knew there must be some logical reason. She continued into the house, throwing down her backpack next to the table and noting the milk spill all over, as well as her mother’s discarded shirt. She walked into the living room cautiously. Did someone break into our house, she thought.
As she walked through the doorway into the living room, she smelled sweat and salt. She turned invisible, not wanting to be detected if her mother was being/had been raped. She stopped herself before entering, stripping off all her clothes and underwear so she wouldn’t be spotted. She entered the living room. What she saw shocked and excited her in ways she didn’t understand.
Her mother was bent over the couch, her feet on the floor and her arms hanging freely from the...