Bad Mom 6
Chapter Six: Alicia paced the floor of her bedroom, listening to the muffled sound of the piano music coming from downstairs. Her nervous excitement was so great that she had trouble thinking. She knew she ought to take a shower, then dress and make up the bed. She’d have to change the sheets. A puddle of Ricky’s cum had formed under her crotch as she’d lain under him while he’d slept. Burn the old sheet and pad, then put on new ones, she decided. No, maybe she ought to keep them — for sentimental reasons. Ricky had fucked her on them. I’m losing my mind, she told herself. First I fuck my own son, then I want to save the sheet as a keepsake. The problem was not what to do with the sheet, but …