The next day, I woke up feeling utterly exhausted, my eyelids heavy and a persistent tiredness weighing down my limbs. When I blinked against the morning light and looked up from my small makeshift bed on the floor, the room was mostly still. I could only see my mom. She was sitting quietly at the very edge of the mattress, her attention completely absorbed by her phone as her thumb scrolled idly across the screen.
"Good morning, Mom," I greeted, my voice raspy from sleep as I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the blankets.
"Morning, my baby. I hope you slept well," she replied warmly, looking up from her screen to offer me a gentle, maternal smile.
Hearing those words, I nearly frowned. It took every ounce of my willpower to keep my expression completely neutral. 'How on earth am I supposed to have slept well when the two of you were busy fucking your brains out just a step away from my face? '
The sheer irony of her asking me that almost made me let out a bitter laugh, but I forced the rising emotion down, swallowing the vivid memories of her breathless screams.
"Yeah, I slept well," I lied smoothly, returning her smile with a perfectly practiced, innocent one of my own. I stretched my arms above my head, casting a quick glance around the rest of the master bedroom. "Where is Daddy?"
"I don't know exactly, but he left the room not quite long ago," she replied, setting her phone down on her lap for a brief Moment. "He might be in your room right now, hunting down those nasty rats."
I nodded, swinging my legs out from under the covers. I got up from the floor, walked straight past their unmade bed—which now held a completely different, heavy meaning to me—and entered their private bathroom.
I used the toilet, then turned on the faucet and thoroughly rinsed my face with cold water, trying to wash away the lingering fog of sleep and the phantom heat that had kept me awake for hours. When I dried my face with a towel and walked back out into the bedroom, my mom was no longer there; she had already headed downstairs.
Left entirely alone in the quiet space, I stood by the edge of the bed for a long Moment. My gaze drifted across the sheets, and I found myself instantly remembering all the forbidden things I had desperately wished I could just sleep off and forget. It was entirely useless. The imagery was still incredibly fresh and vivid in my mind. I could still clearly picture the aggressive way he had been fucking her, the raw intensity in his movements, and the exact sight of his huge, veined dick thrusting ruthlessly in and out of her body under the bright light.
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I finally left the bedroom and headed down to the kitchen. As expected, I saw my mom already busy standing by the stove, cooking breakfast. Wanting to keep myself occupied, I stepped up beside her and joined in to help, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot.
We were in the middle of cooking, chatting casually about minor household things, when Dad suddenly showed up at the kitchen doorway, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"You can use your room now," he said, directing his voice toward me with a reassuring nod. "I've managed to chase the rats out of your room.”
“Out of my room to where?” I asked in panic.
“They entered the living room. I've checked everywhere, all hidden places. I believe they have escaped through the door.” He assured.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said, offering him a bright, appreciative smile.
A wave of relief washed over me, mostly because I knew I desperately needed my own private space to clean myself. I left the kitchen immediately and walked upstairs to my bedroom. More than anything, I needed to bathe and change my clothes.
I entered my room and headed straight into my bathroom. I pulled off my nightgown and peeled away my soiled underwear, dropping them into the hamper before stepping directly under the shower. I turned the handle, letting the cool, steady stream of water wash the clingy dirt, the sweat, and the lingering tension completely off my skin. It felt incredibly therapeutic, but even the cool water couldn’t entirely quench the internal fire in me.
Once I was completely done, I stepped out, dried myself thoroughly, and walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit. I wanted something comfortable and free. I changed into a loose, soft shirt without wearing a bra underneath. Then, I slid into a short, pleated tennis skirt, making sure to slip into my sexiest, tightest G-string underneath it.
When I came back down to the kitchen, my mom was almost done with the meals. I stepped in, helping her finish up and serving the hot food into dishes for the three of us.
While we were all sitting at the dining table eating together, l shared various experiences from my semester at school, recounting funny stories about my roommates and interesting campus events that easily made both of them smile and laugh.
Of course, I kept the real details of my college life entirely to myself. I didn’t dare tell them how I had actually broken my virginity in a dorm room, or the wild details of how I had sucked dick for the very first time at a party. To them, I was still just their innocent, studious girl.
After we finished eating, the morning routine shifted. My dad walked down into the living room and switched on the television, settling into the large sofa, while my mom went back up to the master bedroom. I was about to leave when my Dad called me.
"Baby, come let's watch this World Cup match together."