Ashley.
The alarm buzzed around 5.a.m, cutting through the dark like a knife. I was supposed to wake up at 6. a.m, I just decided to wake up before the father and the son.
I reached over and shut it off and sighed against the pillow. My p***y hurt with the way Alex had f****d me last night all in the name of teaching.
I stood and dressed quickly… I wore a soft flared summer gown that fell just above my knees, and a thin G-string underneath.
I prepared coffee for myself. The smell filled the kitchen. Alex came down next. Rubbing his face with the back of his hands and yawning. Wearing a summer casual round neck with shorts that I bought for him.
“Morning, Mom,” he said, voice low.
“Morning, honey.”
His father came out ten minutes later, already dressed. We had already packed our ba
