Chapter 9

Poppy

I froze, my whole body going rigid, my pussy still throbbing desperately on the verge of cumming.

No. No no no.

"Poppy, are you home?"

Oh, come on, mommy!

I scrambled off the bed, my legs shaking so badly I almost fell. My pussy was still clenching, my orgasm was so close I wanted to cry.

The pillow was absolutely soaked; the wet stain was huge, dark, and obvious. The sheets beneath where I'd been grinding were damp too.

Shit shit shit.

I flipped the pillow over with shaking hands and tried to smooth the sheets, but you could still see the wet spots if you looked...