I frowned, still tangled in the aftermath of that explosive release. My breathing was still ragged, and so was Delilah's. But her question hung in the air, strange and unexpected.
"What do you mean, Mom?" I asked, genuinely confused.
Delilah looked down, her fingers still tightly gripping mine. Her voice was small, almost like a shy whisper.
"Last night... I said I'd give you a gift, remember? I didn't get to give it to you because Zoey showed up."
I went silent. The memory surfaced. Last night, right before the doorbell rang and Zoey appeared, Delilah had been about to say something.
"The gift was..." Delilah continued, her voice trembling, "my anal virginity. I want you to take it."
I chuckled, incredulous. "What?"
"Because I can't give you my pussy's virginity," she rushed on, as if afraid that stopping would make her lose her nerve. "That was already given to my husband long ago. But this hole... no one has ever touched it. It's only yours."
