The next morning the house smelled like coffee and s*x.
Ethan woke up on the couch, naked, blanket half off, morning wood already thick and heavy against his stomach. His c**k still felt sore from how hard Sarah—Mommy—had ridden him last night. Four times. She kept waking him up every couple hours, whispering "Mommy needs you again" while she climbed on top and used him until they both passed out sweaty and sticky.
Now sunlight poured through the big windows. He heard bare feet on hardwood.
Sarah walked in wearing nothing but one of his old college hoodies. It hung loose on her, stopping mid-thigh. No zipper pulled up, so the front gaped open showing the inner curves of her heavy t**s and the soft swell of her belly. Her hair was messy from sleep and fingers. Lips still a little swollen
