Chapter 4
Ella’s POV
“Mum… what the f**k?” Jake’s voice boomed through the room, loud and thick with sleep and shock, cutting right through our loud moans like a hammer.
I froze mid-grind, my soaked p***y still pressed tight against Sarah’s, our clits sliding together in all that slick mess we’d made.
My heart slammed hard in my chest as I quickly shifted back, scrambling off her and pulling my tank top down over my t**s while my skirt stayed bunched uselessly around my waist.
My thighs were shiny with both our juices, p***y still throbbing and leaking from how close I’d been to coming. Sarah didn’t flinch at all.
She just stayed lying there naked, legs still spread a little, her heavy t**s rising and falling as she caught her breath, looking over at her son with that same calm ha
