Her gaze flicked down to his body–her body–taking in the torn pantyhose, the bra tangled around his ribs, the sheen of sweat on his skin. He cried out, his rhythm faltering, and she took control, slamming her hips up into him, driving deeper. Taking my hand she led me to the bedroom.

“Unzip me, Peter.” Mum asked as she turned around. “Running,Fucking weights, core stuff.