Carol stood in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she stirred the pot of marinara sauce on the stove. The rich scent of tomatoes, garlic, and basil filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. She glanced at the clock—Annie and John would be back soon.

Three days, three days they had been gone, staying at John's parents' place in the mountains after his return from training. Carol had missed her daughter, though she'd kept herself busy. She cleaned the house, rearranged the living room furniture, and even baked a batch of Annie's favorite cookies. It felt good to have something to look forward to, even if it was just their return.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway pulled her from her thoughts. She wiped her hands on her apron and moved to the window, peering out just as Annie and John stepped out of the car. Annie looked radiant, her blonde hair catching the sunlight as she laughed at something John said. He carried their bags, his tall frame looking relaxed and at ease.

Carol opened the front door before they could knock, a wide smile spreading across her face. "There you two are! I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

Annie bounded up the steps, wrapping her arms around her mother in a tight hug.

"Mom, we missed you! John's parents were so sweet, but it's good to be back."

John followed, setting the bags down by the door. "Hey, Carol. Thanks for having us back. Dinner smells amazing, by the way."

"Italian night," Carol said with a wink. "Annie's favorite. Come on inside—everything's just about ready."

They moved into the kitchen, and Annie immediately grabbed a cookie from the plate on the counter. "These are still warm! You're the best, Mom."

"Maybe save some room for dinner," Carol teased, swatting her daughter's hand playfully. She turned to John, who was leaning casually against the counter. "How was the trip? Did you get to relax after training?"

Annie chimed in, her voice light and teasing as she wrapped her arms around John's waist, pulling him close. "Oh, he got plenty of relaxation," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Her tone was playful, but the way she emphasized the word "plenty" left little to the imagination.

Carol froze for a moment, the wooden spoon in her hand hovering over the pot of marinara. Her cheeks flushed, and she spun her attention back to the sauce, stirring it more vigorously than necessary. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck and cursed herself for reacting so visibly.

John, too, seemed caught off guard. He cleared his throat, his hazel eyes darting to the floor as a faint pink tinged his cheeks. "Uh, yeah," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was... nice."

Annie giggled, clearly enjoying their discomfort. She leaned into John, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Nice? That's all you're going to say? I think it was a little more than nice."

Carol's grip tightened on the spoon. She forced a laugh, though it came out more strained than she intended. "Well, I'm glad you two had a good time," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Dinner's almost ready, so why don't you two go wash up?"

Annie gave her mother a knowing smile, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sure thing, Mom. Come on, Tiger." She tugged on his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the bathroom.

Dinner passed in a blur of light conversation and laughter. Annie and John cleaned their plates, complimenting Carol's cooking. When the dishes were cleared, Annie linked arms with John, her voice soft. "We're going to settle in my room, Mom." Carol nodded, watching them head down the hall, a tight smile on her lips.

***

Later that night, peals of laughter rang out from Annie's room. Carol paused outside the door, smiling at the sound of her daughter's happiness mingled with John's deep chuckle. She could not make out their words, but the unbridled joy and intimacy in their voices made her linger there, imagining what young love must feel like. A pang of longing mixed with the warmth spreading through her chest.

Carol hesitated outside Annie's bedroom door, not wanting to interrupt but feeling drawn to their infectious laughter and merriment. The sweet, spicy aroma wafting from the room was unmistakable. She took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

Annie and John sat cross-legged on the bed, a joint pinched between John's fingers. They looked up at her wide-eyed, frozen mid-giggle. Smoke curled lazily around them in the dim lamplight.

"Mom!" Annie gasped. "We were just..."

Carol held up a hand, shaking her head. "I know what you were doing. I'm not that old and uncool, you know."

John shifted awkwardly, moving to stub out the joint, but Annie placed a hand on his knee.

"Wait... Mom, do you want to join us? Just this once?"

Carol's mouth fell open in shock. "Annie, I don't think that's appropriate..."

"Why not? It's a special occasion. John is leaving again in a few days." Annie's blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Come on, when did you last let loose?"

John grinned, holding out the joint to Carol. "No pressure, Carol. But you're welcome to share with us."

Carol wavered in the doorway, heart pounding. The responsible mother resisted, but the lonely woman aching for connection found herself unexpectedly tempted by their offer of bonding and closeness, of breaking the rules just this once.

Her pulse racing, she stepped into the room, letting the door click shut behind her. "I suppose one little hit couldn't hurt..."

Annie and John shared a quick look of surprise and delight as Carol perched on the edge of the bed. With slightly trembling fingers, she took the proffered joint, bringing it hesitantly to her lips. The heady smoke filled her lungs as youthful laughter and anticipation shimmered in the surrounding air.

As the room spun around her, Carol burst into laughter, giggles spilling out uncontrollably as she passed the joint back and forth between Annie and John. The world seemed brighter, colors more vibrant; even the air felt lighter on her skin. She reveled in their camaraderie, joining them in their inside jokes and raucous laughter.

"Mom's feeling pretty loose!" Annie giggled, nudging Carol with an elbow.

Carol grinned, trying to keep up with the banter but finding herself losing track of words. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this free and careless. It was exhilarating if a little disorienting.

Eventually, they grew tired of their stoned antics, collapsing in a heap on the bed with a final round of laughter. Carol closed her eyes, sinking into the mattress as the effects of the weed began to settle a little.

She opened her eyes slowly, noticing that Annie and John had moved to the couch opposite the bed. Deep in a passionate kiss, entwined in each other's arms. A surge of jealousy coursed through Carol, but confusion quickly replaced it. She shook her head, trying to clear away the haze of weed as she rose from the bed.

Carol watched, mesmerized, as Annie's hand slowly snaked into John's pants. Her heart raced erratically, both terrified and aroused by the forbidden sight before her. She tried to tear her eyes away, but couldn't seem to look anywhere else. This was wrong - so very wrong - but Carol felt helpless to stop it once again.

When Annie met her gaze, the corner of her daughter's mouth curled up in an impish smile that Carol knew all too well. It was the same smile she wore when she was a child, getting into mischief and daring her mother to scold her. Only this time, the stakes were much higher.

Annie whispered something to John, who chuckled softly.

"We are being watched again," Annie said to John, this time loud enough for Carol to hear. Both laughed, the sound echoing through the room like an invitation to join in on their secret.

Carol's heart leaped into her throat, panic and disbelief fighting for dominance in her mind. It couldn't be - no one could have seen her last time, right? But how else would they know? She froze, paralyzed with shock as Annie pleaded with her to stay put.

"Stay?" Carol managed to whisper, her voice barely more than a raspy murmur. "You...you want me to stay?" The room spun around her, the remnants of weed making it difficult for her to grasp what was happening.

Just as Carol's gaze switched from John back to Annie, a wicked grin spread across her face as she met her mother's eyes. "Sure, we like having you here, Mom," she said with an amused smirk.

John's brow furrowed in confusion as he glanced from Annie to Carol. He opened his mouth to speak, but Annie silenced him with a commanding look that seemed to speak volumes between them.

"You know, Mom, last time you were supposed to listen, not to watch," Annie chided her playfully, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "Now let me show you."

Carol's heart raced as she watched her daughter talk like that, her mind reeling with the realization that they knew she had watched them before. Shame and embarrassment flooded through her, but a darker part of her tingled with excitement at being caught.

Annie nuzzled John back against the couch, straddling his lap as she leaned in close. Her eyes locked with Carol's for a brief moment before turning her attention back to John.

Annie nodded fervently, her blue eyes glinting with lust and desire. She leaned in to kiss John passionately, her hand deftly reaching for his fly as they deepened their embrace. Carol's brain screamed at her to flee, but the haze of marijuana had left her rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding before her.

As Annie deftly fumbled with John's pants, Carol watched in awe as his erect cock sprang free. Her mouth went dry as Annie gripped it firmly, stroking it for all of them to see.

"Annie... wait..." John groaned, unable to stop his hips from thrusting instinctively against Annie's hand. A surge of heat flooded Carol's body, and she felt her own arousal stirring in response to the blatant display of intimacy before her. It was wrong - so very wrong - but she could not help herself; entranced by the forbidden spectacle playing out between them.

Annie looked up at Carol then, her eyes sparkling as she licked her lips.

"Do you like what you see?' Her eyes seemed to ask. Without waiting for an answer, Annie lowered her head and began to kiss John's shaft gently, trailing wet kisses from base to tip.

The sight was so unexpected that it took Carol's breath away.

Annie licked every inch of his shaft, teasing the head with the flat of her tongue before opening her mouth wide and taking him in. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed him deeper, her lips sliding against his skin with a sensual friction that made Carol's heart race.

Carol's eyes snapped to John's, wide and unguarded. His hazel gaze mirrored her shock, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. Time seemed to stretch between them, suspended in the heavy air of the room. Neither moved, neither breathed, caught in the gravity of Annie's boldness.

While part of Carol wanted to flee the room in shame, another darker part of her whispered to stay.

Carol's heart thundered in her chest as she watched her daughter pleasure John, the sight both mortifying and captivating. Annie's technique was good—she remembered some of what Carol had taught her with the cucumber—but nerves seemed to be getting the better of her. She was clearly unsure of herself, questioning her actions even as she continued.

Annie giggled, her lips pulling away from John's cock with a wet pop. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, her fingers still lazily stroking his length.

"Oops," she murmured, her voice heavy with amusement. She laughed again, a soft sound that made her cheeks flush. Without waiting for an answer, she dipped her head back down, her tongue swirling lazily around him. Carol's breath hitched, her body frozen in place as she watched her daughter's playful, erratic movements.

Annie's head bobbed tentatively up and down on John's still-hardening shaft. The sounds of her daughter's mouth working filled the room, punctuated by breathy moans from John, all under Carol's hazy gaze.

'Relax your lips, sweetheart,' Carol thought, biting her lip. 'Not so deep just yet. Use your tongue more.'

Annie's technique was amateurish but enthusiastic. Still, Carol couldn't help but mentally critique her motherly instincts warring with her own arousal at the erotic scene before her.

As she observed, Carol noticed Annie hesitate now and then, glancing up at John for reassurance. The situation was undeniably appealing, but Carol could sense her daughter's trepidation, her need for guidance and encouragement.

Pulled by an invisible force, Carol moved closer to the couch, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She knew she should have been out the door minutes ago, but the draw was too strong to resist. Her body moved on autopilot, closing the distance between them until she was almost at her daughter's side.

As she kneeled beside her. Their gazes locked, a nervous glint flitting across Annie's eyes; it dawned on Carol that she was not supposed to be there.

Annie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. She slipped John's cock out of her mouth, glancing between her mother and John with uncertainty. "Hi," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain control of the situation.

Before Carol could answer, Annie, her voice trembling with nerves and anticipation, asked, "Am I doing good, Mom?"

Carol, her heart pounding in her chest, opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Her mind was still reeling from the sight of her daughter pleasuring John, her thoughts a chaotic jumble of shock, arousal, and disbelief.

Annie, seemingly emboldened by her mother's silence, dove back in without waiting for an answer. She took John into her mouth once more, her eyes flickering up to meet Carol's gaze as if seeking approval.

Carol's breath caught in her throat as she watched her daughter's movements, the way her lips stretched around John's girth, the bobbing of her head as she worked to please him. It was so wrong, so forbidden, yet Carol couldn't deny the heat that pulsed between her legs, the ache that throbbed within her.

"Yes, sweetheart," Carol finally managed to whisper, her voice thick with emotion. "You're doing well."

Annie paused, her lips still wrapped around John, and looked up at Carol with a dazed, star-struck expression. The tension that had been thick in the air seemed to dissolve in an instant, replaced by something lighter, almost playful. Annie chuckled, her voice soft and a little breathless.

"Alright," she said, pulling back slightly, her hand still wrapped around John's shaft.

Carol felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest, her hazy mind struggling to process the surreal moment. She kneeled there, her knees pressed into the soft carpet, her gaze flickering between Annie's flushed face and John's wide-eyed expression. The room felt small and intimate, the air heavy with the scent of arousal and weed.

Carol's lips parted, her voice low and slightly hoarse as she spoke. "That's... good, Annie. You're doing good." She hesitated, her cheeks burning, but the words kept spilling out, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "But don't forget to... relax your jaw a little more. And use your tongue—like I showed you."

Annie's eyes widened slightly at her mother's advice, but then a slow, dirty smile spread across her face. She glanced at John, who looked equally stunned, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

"Okay, Mom," Annie said, her voice teasing but soft. She lowered her head again, this time with more confidence, her lips brushing against the tip of John's cock before she took him into her mouth once more.

Carol watched, her heart pounding in her chest, her body frozen in place. Every movement Annie made was deliberate, her tongue swirling around John's shaft, her hand stroking him in rhythm with her mouth. Carol's gaze flickered up to John's face again, their eyes met for a brief, electrifying moment. He looked at her with a mix of surprise and something else—something she had seen before, back in the supermarket.

"Good," Carol murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's it... just like that."

Annie paused again, pulling back with a soft moan coming from John. She hushed breathlessly. "See, Mom? I'm not so bad at this."

"You're... not," Carol admitted, her voice trembling slightly. She reached out instinctively, brushing a strand of hair away from Annie's face, her fingers lingering for a moment before she pulled back, her hand trembling.

Annie giggled, her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and affection. She looked at John again, her lips curling into a sly smile as she leaned in to kiss him, her hand still moving lazily over his cock.

Carol's breath hitched as she watched them, her mind buzzing with conflicting emotions—shame, arousal, and love. She felt like she should leave, should walk away and pretend this had never happened.

"Mom," Annie said softly, breaking the silence. She turned to look at Carol, her blue eyes meeting hers. "Stay with us, okay? Just... just stay."

Carol's heart skipped a beat, her throat tight with emotion. She nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay."

Annie smiled, her expression softening, and then she turned her attention back to John. The room felt small, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the faint lingering traces of weed.

She worked him faster now, her lips sliding over him with a wet, slick rhythm, saliva pooling at the base of his cock. The sight was almost too much for Carol, who was transfixed on the way her daughter's mouth moved, the way John's hips twitched under her touch....