The morning sun filtered through the window casting a bright beam over both of their faces. Zoe was the first to stir, the feeling of Linda’s arm pressing down on her waist, and the sensation of her bare ass against Linda’s crotch bringing her out of her sleepy stupor.
“Oh my god!” She gasped loudly, causing Linda’s eyes to snap open as she sat bolt upright.
“Zoe…” she began, “…I…we…” her eyes fell on the mirror, and their reflections were back to normal.
“Mom…” Zoe stammered, falling into silence as they sat for moment as the reality of the night before sank in. As they both avoided making eye contact with each other, a niggling feeling began to creep into both their minds. Eventually Zoe was the first to break the silence.
“I don’t know about you…” she said hesitantly, “but last night…was fun” she added. Linda looked up and met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
“It was” she said softly, “and I know it should feel wrong, but I keep getting this thought, that at that point, we weren’t related” she continued.
“I know what you mean…” Zoe trailed off. Linda nodded thoughtfully for a second then moved to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Zoe asked, as she watched her naked mother get to her feet. She walked over to the en-suite door and pluck a bath-robe from the hook on the back.
“I’m going to call the concierge!” She said determinedly, “hopefully now whatever happened has worn off, she might listen to me” she added. She threw another bathrobe to Zoe.
“You wait here, and don’t touch those clothes!” She added, nodding to the discarded garments on the floor. Zoe nodded and slipped the robe on over her naked body and watched as Linda stormed out the room. She turned and stared out the window at the beautiful view as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. Despite trying to keep her focus on the outside, she couldn’t stop her mind drifting back to the previous night. Sure part of her had tried to fight whatever influence was acting over her, but once the alcohol hit, and she gave herself over to her new role, she had actually felt a little close to her mother in some strange way.
After a few more moments of reflection, she became aware of some noise downstairs. The sound of clinking dishes rose up from main room.
“Maybe Mom’s making a coffee or something?” She mused, “I’ll go and see if she had any luck.” She added to herself as she got to her feet and made her way downstairs. She could hear noises coming from the kitchenette area.
“Mom?” She called as she stepped around the corner and looked into the kitchen.
“Oh no!” She gasped as she took stock of what Linda was wearing.
