“Mum… what the fuck?” Jake’s voice boomed through the room, loud and thick with sleep and shock, cutting right through our loud moans like a hammer.

I froze mid-grind, my soaked pussy still pressed tight against Sarah’s, our clits sliding together in all that slick mess we’d made. 

My heart slammed hard in my chest as I quickly shifted back, scrambling off her and pulling my tank top down over my tits while my skirt stayed bunched uselessly around my waist. 

My thighs were shiny with both our juices, pussy still throbbing and leaking from how close I’d been to coming. Sarah didn’t flinch at all. 

She just stayed lying...