Chapter 8. Under the Duvet

MAVIS

Isabel’s mom knocked and waited patiently for her daughter to get to the door. “Fuck! What now?” I asked, reaching for my pants on the floor.

“My door is open, she won’t come in until I ask her to.” She grabbed her duvet at once. “Get in.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be an asshole, get in the duvet!” she ordered. I crept under the duvet and lay between her legs.

“Yeah, come in.” She said, with a tone that sounded as though she was just waking up. The door opened, and Matilda’s feet walked into the room.

Not minding her presence, I began to play with Isabel’s clit. “Mmm…” She moaned.

“No please, don’t turn on the light. I’m still sleepy, Mom.” Matilda paused. “This room is quite stuffy,” Matilda said and Isabel gasped. “I’ll take care of that. Good morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, darling. Are you okay? It’s already 5 am.”

“Huh? 5 am?” Isabel queried.

“It’s 5 am,” Matilda repeated herself. “I came to inform you that we will be leaving