Maternal SOS

“And I must say,” she went on, tone suddenly perking like she was about to spill hot tea, “Wyatt is a little hot though.”

I froze.

“Wait..what?”

“Don’t act brand new. You saw that d**k pic.”

My thighs clenched.

“You moaned for that d**k pic

“I didn’t..”

“Oh, you did. I felt it. That V-line? That cocky little sweatpants bulge? Mama Mia.”

I slapped my hand over my mouth like I could trap the