The door slammed open and there stood Mom, the look on her face indecipherable.
I was naked, as was Eva. She was curled around on her back with her hips resting in my lap and her legs splayed open with her feet by her head.
My fingers were wet and there was a thin line of spit hanging off of my lip. Just a moment ago I felt like I owned the world!
I froze at my mother’s entrance.
“Mom, it’s not what you think!”
Mom paused, taking in the scene when she finally replied, “It’s about fucking time!”
