Isabella’s POV

I lay on the bed, recovering from our earlier fuck. I had slipped away just in case Mom came home. Then, a text buzzed on my phone.

Mom: Overnight work trip, baby. Emergency meeting out of town. Be good for Henry. I’ll be back tomorrow night. Love you!

My pussy clenched as I read it. I was still sore, leaking thick globs of Henry’s cum from our dining table pounding.

The house was ours for the night. A filthy need hit me like a truck.

I didn’t bother dressing. I crawled straight to the master bedroom. My bare tits swayed, leaking drops of milk onto the floor. My...