Academy Days: Queen Bee – 3 [❤️❤️❤️]

The best place to hide a tree is in a forest. Similarly, the best place to hide a bunch of horny demons and their brainwashed sluts is in a massive party.

You are Monday, and you’ve convinced Prudence and Andromeda to put aside their differences to throw their big pre-midterm get-together. You didn’t even need to use hypnotism! Prudence was still peeved at the Celestial Phoenixes for stealing her thunder at a magic duel exhibition, so all she needed was a few hints about the rich skanks being popular because they threw the best parties.

You appealed to Andromeda's vanity and need to be liked by her peers. With the disaster that was their quarterly party, it barely took any hypnotism.

Once those two set their minds on it, they organized a college coed party that would be held as legend among the sororities for decades to come.

The week leading up to the party, Life Phoenix House was abuzz with activity. Prudence planned the games, food, and magic entertainment, Andromeda led a fundraiser and decorated, and everyone else got the word out. No stuffy nobles leading the show at Life Phoenix House! Just a bunch of girls looking for a good time!

Of course, you and your cute little sisters did a lot of work behind the scenes to make sure the party would blow all the other Houses’ efforts out of the water. Hazel found Jacob, Andromeda and Prudence’s ex. Ash scouted the competition and Yucca stealthily sabotaged their biggest draws. Members of the sisterhood invited boys by giving them little appetizers.

Not enough to break them out of the ECS, just get them so close that they’re left curious for more.

Best of all was Rosebush, who you sent on a mission to Attraction Dragon House to secure some alcohol. She came back with a cooler full of alcohol, a silly smile, and her uterus stuffed with over a dozen different flavors of cum.

The hypnotism on her is so strong, she never realized she had sex. Keeping her unaware of her perversion was such a good call.

The oblivious maid even managed to entice some of the frat to come visit. Sadly, she didn’t run into any of your siblings. Apparently, they’re busy with their clubs.

Oh well.

You look over the hundred-plus crowd mingling in the park by the sorority, talking, eating, observing. It’s late in the afternoon and the party is starting to pick up. People continue to trickle in, awed by the floating crystal lights and plants grown into chairs, tables, and partitions. Most people talk and play party games, but there are others on the prowl. The main attractions haven’t been set out yet, but you can feel the rising DESIRE among so many within the crowd.

Not all of them are from the sisterhood! There are those from the Attraction Dragon House, but there’s also some from the dorm you suspect Solstice and Equinox are living at.

You’re not going to drug everyone at the party. Only a decent portion.

The mildly addictive chemicals give a minor buzz and make everyone more vulnerable to hypnotism, so they don’t really count. That’s just social lubricant. You, Yucca, and Hazel wander around, reinforcing that everyone is having a great time, probably the best time they’ve had at any party, ever.

The girls worked so hard for this; you might as well make sure everybody’s talking about their efforts.

The sun sets and the party triples in size, people from all over Camelot University coming to see what Life Phoenix House has to offer. That’s when you bring out the bowl of punch, and the veterans among the partygoers immediately recognize the taste of alcohol. They realize that this gathering is leagues beyond what everyone else is doing.

You’re gingerly sipping your fruity drink to hide your small grin, counting down the minutes before you begin spiking drinks with something more potent than alcohol. You’re keeping an eye on Prudence, who you have to restrain from being a major buzzkill. One of the people from Equinox and Solstice’s dorm joins you.

“Y’all can throw a decent shindig.” The blonde dwarf comments to Prudence.

“A shindig?” The elf raises an eyebrow. “I suppose that’s one name for it. Honestly, I’m surprised so many people came. I hope that dear Rosebush and Ash aren’t working too hard in the kitchen…”

“T’ain’t no surprise.” Prudence struggles to contain her disapproval of the dwarf’s double negative. “Them Sky Phoenix girls had their projector explode so they couldn’t play their movies. Most of ‘em came here.”

More supple young women just begging to have their holes widened? Yes please.

“Anyways, the name’s Jackie. Jackie Orchard” She holds out a dirty hand towards Prudence. “I came here with some friends of mine. Mostly to keep them outta trouble. Can’t seem to find them, so I’m hopin’ they ain’t tearing each other to shreds.”

You spotted them earlier, going into the house. From the DESIRE radiating through the windows, they’re getting their backs blown out. Looks like the real party is finally getting started.

“…I see.” Prudence eyes the dwarf’s dirty hand and gingerly shakes it. “Prudence Gemsong. A pleasure.”

“Good evening, Jackie! We’re so glad to have you here!” You smile wide and the dwarf squints at you suspiciously. “Don’t mind Prudence, she’s just a bit stressed.”

Prudence can be so standoffish. You’ll have to train her to get over herself, a stick in the mud hardly makes for good company. Speaking of sticks in the mud, there’s an angry woman stomping through the crowd towards Andromeda. She’s a bit too old to be a college student…and if you’re not mistake, shares some features with Andromeda.

Oh?

Is that her mother? You finish your drink and compose yourself. Things just got interesting.

“If you’ll excuse me, it looks like someone needs my help.”

“Ain’t no thing.”

“It isn’t a problem.” Prudence grinds her teeth.

“Pardon?” Jackie smiles innocently.

You leave the elf and the dwarf behind, weaving through the crowd to make your way towards Andromeda before her mother makes a scene. After all, your pet needs protection.

You are Cassiopea, respected member of the Camelot upper class. Not quite nobility, though most of your clients are within those renown ranks. You were going to make a quick stop by your old sorority to check up on your daughter when you noticed something was off.

You know there’s a longstanding tradition to celebrate before the first exams, having organized quite a few garden parties yourself. But those were modest, quiet affairs, separated from the base rabble. Nothing like this over-the-top bonanza your daughter has no doubt organized. When you reach Andromeda, you grab her by the wrist and pull her away from the men she’s talking to.

“Hey, what are you—Mother?!”

“What is wrong with you?” You whisper angrily. “Dressed like some, some foreign floozy, inviting men to a sorority party, what would your father think if he saw you?”

“Mom, coed parties are normal nowadays! Let me—Monday!”

Her eyes light up and you see her. A redhead with gentle green eyes and far more modest clothing steps between you two and keeps her voice low.

“Miss Cassiopea, I’ve heard so much about you!” Her eyes twinkle mirthfully. “If you don’t mind, we should talk elsewhere. We’re gathering some attention and nobody wants a scandal.”

Your grip on your daughter relaxes. Monday is right. Bringing undue attention would only make things worse. Monday leads you two into the sorority proper, the hallways lush with greenery and an intoxicating smell that invades your senses.

“Andromeda, I asked that you be responsible and stop making trouble!”

“I know mom, but—”

“Miss Cassiopea.” Monday interjects. “Andromeda isn’t making trouble. In fact, she helped organize the party so that there’d be no issues at all. She fundraised, decorated, cooked, and even made amends. Andromeda has been responsible; she’s a good girl. After all, we’ve managed to outdo the Celestial Phoenixes! Don’t you want to prove that we’re better?”

Andromeda preens under the praise, and you find yourself agreeing with Monday. It’s true that the rivalry between the Celestial Phoenixes and the Life Phoenixes has gone on since before you even joined the sorority. A chance to finally get one over on them is more than tempting.

In fact, it’s exhilarating. You fan yourself at the thought of it. Also, it’s strangely hot inside.

“Let me get you something refreshing.” Monday slips into the kitchen, coming back a moment later with a glass of water. Monday watches you gulp it down with a serene smile. “Go enjoy the festivities, Andromeda. I’ll talk with your mother.”

Your daughter springs up and looks at you expectantly. Your thirst and anger are quenched, though a new sensation begins to crawl between your legs. How odd. You sit down on a couch and wave your daughter away.

“Behave. I’ll be out soon, and we’ll see.”

Andromeda squeals happily and runs off, leaving you with the gentle redhead. She sits on the armrest, her supple behind almost leaning into your arm.

“I don’t take kindly to someone telling my daughter what she can and cannot do.”

“Miss Cassiopeia, your daughter is an adult. Plus—”

“Mrs. Cassiopea.” You finally correct and show off the raspberry-sized diamond on your wedding ring. “I’m happily married. And shouldn’t you be aware that a mother always has a final say on her daughter’s behavior?”

“Of course.” Monday purrs. “I don’t mean to be forward. It’s just that college is the time for young girls to blossom into fully mature women. It involves self-exploration, experimentation, and a lot of pushing boundaries.”

“You wouldn’t know, you don’t have any daughters.”

“You’re right. I have no daughters.” She chuckles, as if there’s a joke only she understands. “But I have children, the plants I take care of. I can’t stifle them or else they grow stunted. And I find that people are a lot like plants. You should let your daughter be herself.”

She’s making a lot of good points. You’d argue with her, but her voice has such a compelling quality to it. And that flushing warmth spreading to the rest of your body is quite distracting.

“In fact, Cassiopea, I’ve been taking a few psychology courses. I think you’re only hard on your daughter because you want to be as free as her. Why don’t you take advantage of the party and let loose? Indulge.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as the girl leans close, a bead of her sweat disappearing into her ample cleavage.

She whispers something in your ear and everything makes sense. You’ve found an oasis for yourself, free of judgement and discipline. Where you can finally have fun. Monday leads you by the hand into one of the larger rooms of the sorority, where a warm bath is waiting for you. The beautiful woman helps you undress, hiding your expensive wedding ring in your clothes and handing you a spa mask.

It looks more like a masquerade mask, but Monday knows what she’s talking about. It must be an expensive custom model!

“I’m decent at massages.” Monday disrobes and brings some oils. “Let’s get you prepped for a good time.”

Monday rubs the oil onto your shoulders, using her breasts to spread what escapes all over your back. You shudder happily as her arms come around and rub the oil onto your own chest, her fingers vigorously digging into every inch of your titflesh. She makes sure it’s spread evenly over your sides, her hands trailing down to quench the simmering flames in your loins. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp, her fingers plunging deep inside you as you twist and writhe. She rests her chin on your shoulder and your spasms reach a crescendo, a peak of pleasure that your husband never could achieve during your consummation.

“Wh-what was that?” You pant for air, desperate to experience that rush, that climax once more. “My husband ne-never—”

“Shhh…This isn’t marriage, it’s pleasure, it’s a temporary fling. Remember, indulge.”

The door opens. You almost freeze in shock, but Monday assures you that everything is okay. The bathtub is gone, as if it never existed. Why are you naked, then? Does it matter? Indulge.

The young man who entered gasps as he watches Monday rub oil all over you, her smirking lips pressing into your stretch marks and wrinkles until they disappear with your worries. The young man undresses quickly, his throbbing erection setting your loins aflame once more.

“Did you know Andromeda had a boyfriend?” Monday whispers in your ear. “That’s him, Jacob. You want to see if he can pleasure her, right?”

Of course! What mother would you be if you didn’t vet your daughter’s boyfriends? If she’s going to have kids someday, you’ll want Andromeda to be with a man who can bring her pleasure.

Monday sashays to Jacob, guiding the gobsmacked young man to lay on the carpet. She takes you by the hand and helps you so that you’re on his right, rubbing your folds against his erection. You raise and lower your hips slowly, angling your body so drive his glans deeper into you. Monday lays her nubile body across from you and the three of you gasp as her pussy meets yours. You bring your hips up as she brings hers down, your clits flicking against Jacob’s head at the same time.

You twitch every time you pass your folds over each other, your delicate folds kissing on Jacob’s member. Fireworks dance in your vision as you stare at the younger woman, her breasts heaving erotically every time your gushing pussies intersect.

“Oh, fuuuck…” Monday moans. “You’re so big, Jacob.”

You groan in pleasure when you feel his dick thicken, pulsing into your desperate cunny lips as Monday steadily increases the pace. Your bodies thrust closer onto Jacob’s cock, tits bouncing up and down in a dance of desire as Jacob squirms beneath you. A rolling shiver of ecstasy runs through you and you throw your head back in a loud moan, the young man’s cock erupting cum all over your bodies.

His virile cream drips down your boobs, the buzz slowly fading from your mind…until Monday crawls to you, her beautiful green eyes sparking with excitement. She pulls you in a tight hug, her tits mashing against yours so that your trembling heartbeat thumps into her chest. She licks a strand of cum from your shoulder and up to your cheek, leaving a trail of passionate fire smoldering under your skin.

She brings up her cum-glazed hand up to your face, the virile scent of Jacob’s manhood invading your senses. She licks the cum from her ring finger and you’re taken aback.

“Don’t be surprised.” Monday purrs. “I know you love the taste of jizz, too. You crave cock so much that you’d guzzle gallons of cum if you could.”

Her words settle on your heart and she waves her hand in front of your face. You can’t lie to yourself, she’s right. You lick the delectable cum from her index finger, moaning as the delicious saltiness coats your tongue. This tiny taste isn’t enough, you need more. Like she’s reading your thoughts, Monday rubs the cum splattered over her body into her breasts.

Jacob is treated to the sight of you kissing the redhead in her cleavage, humming loudly as your mouth slowly makes its way to her nipples.

You feel something getting hard between your legs. Looking down, you coo as Jacob’s flaccid cock springs back to attention. You lick your lips, thinking about all that jizz your daughter’s ex can give you…it’s making your pussy gush with your love juices.

Monday pulls Jacob to his feet, angling the horny young man’s crotch towards you. She puts her chest against his back, whispering sweet things in his ear as his cock steadily grows bigger. Your hot breath tickles the head, twitching as if to say: ‘come on, suck me’.

Of course, Mister Cock!

You wrap your lips around the throbbing cockhead, eyes rolling back as the taste of Jacob’s manhood spreads through your mouth. Did you daughter ever do this? Does she love cum as much as you? Those stupid thoughts fade away as you take in more of Jacob’s throbbing member in your mouth. You hands wander between your legs, trying to stem the tide of femcum gushing from your hungry pussy.

You bob your head back and forth, tongue twirling around Jacob’s cock as the young man writhes in pleasure.

Monday sits on the chair next to you, knuckle-deep in her pussy and whispering sensuously.

“Wasn’t I ahn~ right? You love cock. You love sucking dick. Jizz is delicious, ahn~, and you want you daughter to experience these same joys…”

The more she talks, the faster you bob your head on Jacobs cock, and the deeper it goes. It’s hitting the back of your throat, and you wrest control of your gag reflex to pull it deeper because you love cock so much. You imagine sharing a thick, juicy cock with your daughter and your eyes roll back as another orgasm assaults your senses, spraying your lewd pussy juice all over the floor. Jacob groans and pulls your head deeper on his crotch, but you’re already as deep as you can go, your bottom lip rubbing salaciously over his scrotum.

His cock ripples into your mouth and down your throat, his warm, sticky goo shooting comfortably in your stomach. He pulls out of your mouth as he keeps cumming, your lips sealed tight around his member and your cheeks bulging out so not a single drop escapes. He watches with his jaw dropped as you loudly swallow his load.

That was incredible.

“Wow.” Jacob stumbles back and wipes his brow. “I’m spent.”

“What are you talking about?” Monday giggles. “You’re still very horny. At least you’ve got help!”

Jacob stares in confusion at his stiffening cock, then does a double-take when Monday opens the door and a line of men come in, their erections straining against their pants. Their eyes light up when they see Monday and you in the nude.

“Woah…more hot girls.”

“And a dude.”

“I’m not liking the way you smiled when you said that…” Jacob edges backwards.

“Relax, Jacob.” Monday strides past him, trailing a finger on his chin before pushing you back on the bed. “They’re here to share her with you. Isn’t that right, slut?”

Ten different men pull down their pants, ten different cocks throbbing tantalizingly like a buffet. Your husband never could have given you the joy you’d experienced with just Jacob…and now you have ten more men? Your catch your breath, breasts heaving with excitement as you spread your legs apart to show these virile young men your sopping cunt.

“Shove your thick fucking cocks into me and fill me with your hot sticky cum, you handsome studs.”

The first man is a pretty blond who looks at your body with pure desire. The young buck shoves himself into you without preamble, your gushing love tunnel hugging him tightly as you clench the sheets and arch backwards in a wordless scream of joy. He thrusts into you with the wild vigor of youth, grabbing your love handles with all the force he can muster. He’s rocking your world but those poor men around him don’t quite know what to do with themselves.

Monday sets herself on the other side of the bed and slaps her juicy ass seductively. In a fashion more organized than you would expect of college-age boys, they line up behind her. You stare jealously up at the majority of the vigorous men choosing her over you, but Monday’s smile barely changes as the first man’s cock slams into her pussy.

“Don’t look at me, guys. This slut’s the one who wants your cocks. I’m sure she’ll do anything to get your jizz in her. Or on her.”

They get closer to you and you hands grab their meaty rods to massage their sweet man milk from them. You desperately twist and contort your body, flexing muscles you didn’t even know you had inside you to get the blond to cum inside you faster. Your mind is going blank with the pleasure, jerking off two cocks as another plunges through you but it still isn’t enough!

“Cock!~ Gimme more!~ Cock!~” You manage to string the words through your drooling lips, abandoning all sense of decorum.

Not that you had any the second those men walked through the door. You’re panting and begging for more, your inner desire to be stuffed and used finally liberated.

You squeal out in a pitch you never thought you could hit, eyelids fluttering as the blond shoots his hot seed inside you. He pulls out and is quickly replaced by another, an elf this time. You don’t get a chance to catch your breath when his longer cock slips inside you, stuffing cum deeper inside your womb. The men you’re jerking off splatter their virile goo all over your body and you moan happily, licking the drops that landed close to your mouth.

A shadow falls over you, Monday’s beautiful face overcoming your vision. She’s rocking back and forth, her cheeks clapping from the lovemaking. Peering back, you see that she’s managed to stuff two men inside her pussy, and a surge of competitive spirit overtakes you.

You must show this younger woman that, despite being more spry and beautiful, you have experience!

She gently removes your mask and the men slow their thrusts in surprise.

“Is that…the old lady who made trouble earlier?”

“I think she’s Andromeda’s mom.” The elf fucking you has stopped completely.

“Now, now boys…” Monday drags a finger between your tits to collect the mixed cumshots on your body and teases it just above your mouth. “Cass here just wanted to let loose for a bit. Can we blame her? This is our secret. And if you want to have some fun with her later, just mention…parsnips.”

She keeps her finger just out of reach, even as you struggle to lick it.

“Isn’t that right Cass? Once you’re done for today, you’ll pretend none of this happened until someone mentions parsnips.” Her finger circles just out of reach and you whine. “When you hear ‘parsnips’, you’ll revert to your true, perverted self. Say you agree…”

Her green eyes gaze down hypnotically at you. How can you refuse? Especially with the delicious drop of cum so close?

“Yes, yes, yes!” You stick out your tongue and beg. “Just ravage me!”

Monday smiles and lowers her finger, your mouth latching on and sucking every molecule of virile sperm from it. You hum happily, two new cocks shoving themselves into your eager hands.  The elf hardens inside you as you suck Monday’s finger and smack your lips, his hips thrusting back into you with renewed vigor.

Your toes curl and you shriek in pleasure as the elf and his two companions cum, dousing your body and womb in a fresh layer of semen. Monday smirks as she looks at you, disengaging from the two men who’d been plundering her plump tush and leaving a trail of mixed juices behind her. She positions herself over you, her pussy oozing with more of the delectable man goo. A large drop oozes in her perfectly tight slit, begging for your tongue to free it. Her muscles flex and you open your mouth eagerly, semen splattering all over your face and into your mouth.

“Yes!~ More cum!~ I love cum!~ Give me more!~” You lock your legs behind the elf and pull him into your hips, his cock sputtering the last of his load into you.

You reluctantly let him go, dragging your fingers down your glazed body to keep as much as his hot cum inside you. You dig your fingers past your puffy lower lips, shuddering happily as you shove the elf's virile essence deeper into you.

“You heard the slutty hag, boys!” Monday chuckles huskily, your tongue lapping the rest of her ill-gotten gains from her snatch. “Give her what she wants!”

She moves aside and a dwarf takes her place, shoving his thick cock down your throat without so much as a hello. Not that you mind, he tastes divine. You jack off two more young men and you’re happy to have the same pair that Monday had shoving their cocks inside your increasingly stuffed pussy.

You spot Monday through the haze of pleasure, making out with Jacob as he fucked her against the wall. She embraces him as he cums inside her, giving you a sly wink. Your eyes roll around in their sockets as another orgasm crashes into you, shuddering as another layer of white coats over your body.

You know your place. How could you have been so blind? For the first time, you are free. You are happy. Your cum-drunk smile stretches across your face as the epiphany settles in your mind. The men surround you as they jack off, shooting more of their man cream all over your perverted body.

Once everyone has a turn, you reward them by getting on your knees and opening your mouth so they can glaze you in the thickest layer of their semen yet. You stretch your mouth open to catch as much of the cumshots as possible and gurgle happily through the jizz you’ve successfully collected. You wipe yourself clean, drinking and sucking as much as you can from your arms…the young men's erections pop up again, their boundless stamina yet to be satiated. Monday slips out with a smile as a few more hot boys come in, waving your way as you have the energetic college boys run a train on you.

Your daughter has made a great friend.

The party’s been winding down for a while, with most people leaving before midnight or going inside to play games. A group of you sit around the bonfire, roasting marshmallows on sticks. Prudence daintily uses her magic to eat the gooey white mess piece by piece, keeping an eye on the dwarf that’s been occupying her.

Normally she’d be all up in your business, but the dwarf implied her shrubbery magic was trash or something. Prudence got huffy and dared her to do better. Jackie, emphasizing her country twang because it annoyed Prudence, shows off by manipulating a branch to roast her marshmallow and feed herself without dropping a single piece.

You are Andromeda, and you don’t mind getting a bit messy. Whenever you spill some of the sticky stuff, the guys staring at you perk up. You lick your fingers clean, a small thrill shuddering through you as they watch. Monday was right, you have every right to show off your bountiful boobies if it means getting this much attention!

One of the boys just finished telling a ghost story. Not a very good one… to make him feel better, you let out a little screech when you’re supposed to. Guys like it when you pretend.

“My turn!” You clap your hands together. “This one is really scary…because it’s true!”

Prissy Prudence rolls her eyes, but everyone else leans closer. You grin. This is a story you heard from your upperclassmen when you were a freshman. You let the shadows draw on your face as you begin to tell the ghost story that’s been passed around Camelot University since your mother’s time.

A story about a vampire.

Everybody knows about thralls and wights. They’re pale, creepy, and prone to violent outbursts. But few people have ever seen a real vampire. They can fly through darkness as fog, turn into swarms of rats, and tear through steel like it’s tissue paper. Thankfully, they live in their secluded gothic castles, away from the alluring call of innocent blood.

Except for one. One living in the center of Camelot, at the very top of the nine o’clock tower.

Unlike the others, this one isn’t bound by the night, crucifixes, moving water, or holy magic. This is a dhampir, the unholy creation of a mad archwizard, unburdened by any of a vampire’s typical weaknesses. It’s sealed at the top of the tower by layers and layers of wards placed by Dean Sher’khan, Paragon Violet, and a host of the holiest priests.

Magic that is slowly weakening over time.

“One day, the dhampir will be free. And not even Solaria’s light will protect us from its blood-mad feast!” You throw some punch into the fire, and a pillar of flame explodes upwards!

Your audience shrieks and you sit back on your chair with a laugh.

“I-is that really true?” One of the freshmen asks.

“Yeah.” You point to the Dhampir’s Tower. “Sometimes, you can see a lone candle at the window of the tallest floor. From where the dhampir watches over Camelot, plotting its revenge.”

The fire dies down and to your collective horror, you see it. A small, solitary spark flickering at the top of the tower…and the distinct feeling of being watched. A chill runs down your spine and a silence falls over the group.

“I th-think I’ll go get some more punch.” Someone says.

“Y-yeah.”

The bonfire crackles ominously. To think you’ve been out for so long…Hey, where’s your mom? You had so much fun, you forgot that she was supposed to come back. Maybe she left without saying anything?

Knowing her, that’s impossible.

You’re tempted to stay and watch Prudence get frustrated as Jackie pointedly ignores her backhanded compliments…But the longer you wait, the more your prissy mom will get angry. This could be one of her games where she waits to ambush you with your bad grades or some other way you’ve failed her expectations. You head inside and start knocking on doors. It’s common decency to knock, after all.

It’s odd that you hear so much slapping and groans in the rooms, but it’s probably nothing.

Your sorority sisters open each door with flushed faces. Some of them only show their faces. Weirdly, none of them have seen your mother. At least, not until the last door. You’re surprised to find Cassiopea open the door with a blush reaching down her neck.

“O-oh! An-Andromeda!” She moves back and forth rhythmically and crosses her eyes as she talks. “I-I-I’m sorry de-dear! I must ha-have lost track of t-t-time!”

“Mom? Are you okay?” This is really weird.

“Ju-just a bit of exercise, de-dear!” She bites her lip. “Let me fi-finish my se-set and I’ll take a shower. I’ll be-I’ll be cummmmiiiiiing!”

“Well, okay then.” You shut the door.

You never knew your mom was that into exercise. You shouldn’t judge, you know people can make weird faces while they work out.

A few minutes later, your mom comes out with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on her. It must have been a really good workout, because even her wrinkles have faded. She seems to have taken a lot from it. She kisses you on the forehead and says that you have great friends, then hurries off to take her shower.

It’s weird, but it’s nice to have your mom approve of you for once.