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  Lynn didn't feel much better when the sun rose.

  Even as exhausted as she was when she awoke from that bizarre (and more than a little sexy) dream, true sleep eluded her. Even after jilling herself raw, she could only y on her sheets, unable to rex with the incessant throbbing in her skull. When sunlight began to stream through her curtains, Lynn simply gave up and got ready to start her day.

  Softly padding down the stairs, Lynn was greeted by the sight of her mother bending over the kitchen isnd, morning's newspaper spread out across the counter top like an old treasure map. “You're up early, dear. Is everything alright?” The older woman asked before taking a gentle sip from her coffee mug.

  Lynn shook her head, careful not to jostle her pounding skull in the attempt. The pain had only just started to lessen right before she left her room. Last thing she wanted to do was wake the beast back up to resume its reign of terror behind her eyelids.

  “Woke up from a strange dream. Couldn't get back to sleep.” She grumbled as she shuffled her way towards the coffee pot to pour herself a cup.

  The task also helped to shift her attention away from the sight of her mother's ass. Not even the famously shapeless and baggy military fatigues of the marines could contain the older woman's ample buttocks. And with her mother’s current position, Lynn could practically see each individual stitch holding on for dear life as they struggled to contain those motherly hips.

  Holy fuck was she horny!

  Lynn grimaced and forced herself to concentrate on making her pin brew more patable instead… of whatever the fuck that st train of thought was. Yeah, her mom was hot as hell, she would freely admit that, but it was still her mother she was briefly oggling for fucks's sake! That right there was a line that nobody should cross, no matter how uncontrolbly horny they got. She didn't know if her headache was messing with her brain chemistry or what, but lusting after her mom was the fastest way to end up six feet under.

  Both women were petite, barely peeking over five feet tall with distinct southeast Asian features. But overly cocky jarheads nearly three times Lynn's bodyweight had learned the hard way that the diminutive Master Sergeant was not a person to fuck with. Even deep within the halls of the higher echelons, her name was talked about in fearful whispers. Nobody screwed with the woman who bore the fearsome nickname of ‘Dragon Lady’ and lived to tell the tale.

  Just remembering the first time Lynn had seen her mother drag an unruly soldier by the ankle into a nearby room to be given ‘attitude adjustments’ caused her loins to pleasantly warm.

  “Okay, seriously what the actual fuck?!”

  The head of Lynn’s mother instantly shot up and she zeroed in on her daughter. “Language, young dy!” She shouted in that voice that nearly caused Lynn to instinctually snap a crisp salute.

  The younger woman winced, and not just because of the sudden spike of pain from her headache. “Sorry, mom. It’s just…” For just a brief moment, she considered lying about what was going on. As quick as the thought came, Lynn dismissed it entirely. Her mother abhorred untruthfulness and could sniff out even the most minor of fibs with the gusto of a bloodhound. It was always better to bite the bullet than deal with the consequences of trying to pull one over on her mom. Always.

  “I’ve been fighting this massive headache since st night and it’s seriously messing with my brain.” She said after gathering her thoughts.

  “How so?” Her mother asked, her tone and posture all business.

  Lynn felt her cheeks heat. “Well… my dream st night was super weird. And ever since, I’ve been unusually… horny. Like my mind keeps drifting towards pces it really shouldn’t.” She said, hoping the vague details were enough and she wouldn’t have to expin just what had been the subject of her lustful musings. There was telling the truth, and then there was going out of her way to hand her mother the gun to execute her with.

  An expression briefly flitted across the older woman’s face, one Lynn couldn’t quite identify, before quickly slipping back to the usual mask of seriousness. “How horny we talking?”

  “Uh…” Lynn said before recovering. This was not how she expected the conversation to go down. Still, she may as well roll with it. “Like, rubbing it out for a few hours and still wanting more?”

  Her mother smirked. “Damn girl! Maybe instead of beating up all those boys you should let a few of them give you a pounding right back.”

  “Mom!”

  “I’m being serious!” Her mother said with a ugh, the previous mood completely shattered. “Take it from someone who’s been where you are. Grab a few vigorous young men, maybe a couple women as well, and ride them all until sunset. That should get it all out of your system.”

  “M-m-mother!” Lynn stammered. “Are you suggesting I just yoink some random strangers off the street and politely ask them to have sex with me?”

  It wasn’t like she was opposed to the idea. In fact, the very thought of her getting railed from both ends in the middle of a massive impromptu orgy in the middle of the street was really getting her motor running. But the fact that her own mother was the one suggesting it? That was just way too weird.

  “You’re an adult, you know how to keep yourself safe.” The older woman said with a dismissive wave. She leaned in and gave a conspiratorial grin. “Besides, you and I both know you’ve got the skills to take on a whole group of men at the same time.”

  Lynn’s cheeks went from burning to a full on forest fire.

  Her mother gave a ruckus ugh and spped her daughter on the shoulder, nearly sending the younger woman stumbling. “All teasing aside, trust me when I tell you that bottling this up is a bad idea. I don’t care how you do it, but you need to let off some steam or else it’s all going to get worse. And that’s the st thing you want to happen, believe me.”

  “I… Yeah… I’ll listen to your advice mom.” Lynn said, completely caught off guard by the look of earnest concern in the older woman’s face.

  If anyone would have told her that she was going to be all but ordered to go to pound town with as many people as possible, by her own mother no less, she would have personally escorted them to the nearest mental health clinic immediately. This morning was just full of surprises. And with any luck, several more were on their way.

  Her mother smiled. “Good. Now help me make breakfast. That should at least keep you distracted until I have to head off for work. Last thing we need is you staring at my ass like a starving woman at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

  “Please stop talking.” Lynn groaned. She briefly wondered if she would ever get rid of the furious blush to her cheeks after this conversation. “And I thought you wanted us to watch our nguage.”

  Her mother chuckled again. “That was just for the cussing. I’ve got no qualms about either of us being crass. You forget who I work with, Lynn?”

  “Morons who thought calling you ‘Dragon Lady’ was in any way in good taste?”

  “Indeed!” Her mother cackled while ying out the ingredients for making waffles. “Love those idiots to death, but they should thank their lucky stars that I didn’t take any offence to the moniker.”

  “I’m pretty sure they still refer to that incident as ‘the bloodbath’.” Lynn shot back.

  It was her mother’s turn to have some color added to her cheeks this time. “Oh… I must have gotten a tad offended then. Oh well, all’s well that ends well as they say. It’s more a term of endearment now.”

  The two chuckled and continued to chat while preparing their morning meal together. While Lynn would never admit it out loud, she cherished these moments of closeness with her only living retive. Growing up as a military brat is never easy in the best of circumstances, and not having a father or grandparents to help out only compounded the issue.

  Still, they somehow made it work. Or at least Lynn liked to think they did. Her mother’s reputation for quickly establishing discipline meant that she was often reassigned to bases that needed ‘shaping up’. For the st few years just the mere mention that Master Sergeant Evelyn Trung could possibly show up was often just as effective in restoring order as her actual presence. That meant there wasn’t as much need for the two of them to move all over the country. In fact, it had been nearly two whole years since they st had to pack up their things. So some form of stability seemed to be on the table from what Lynn could see.

  “Alright dear, time to head off.” Lynn's mother said after their meal was finished and all the dishes put away. At the door she turned and faced her daughter, that unreadable expression once more fshing across her face. “Try and have some fun tonight, eh?”

  Lynn couldn't help but let a small snort escape her throat. “It's not everyday your mom all but begs you to get gangbanged in an alley.” She looked down at herself, then back to her mother. “Although… it would probably help if I had some of your curves.”

  Both mother and daughter shared many simirities. Both were short and had glossy bck hair that fell down their backs in obsidian waterfalls when not tied back in a tail or bun. Even their faces were near identical, with strangers often mistaking the two women as sisters rather than parent and child. The gring difference between the two y with their bodies.

  Lynn was slender and lithe, with tight cords of muscles giving her slender limbs just a hint of definition. She was also as ft as a board, with hardly any curves to speak of. In fact, if it wasn't for her long hair and the way she dressed, she would have easily been mistaken for a prepubescent boy instead of a woman of nearly twenty. And even then some people still managed to get confused.

  Evelyn by contrast, could never be mistaken for anything other than a woman. Large breasts that looked even rger on her petite frame, a narrow waist, and hips that could only be described as ‘child bearing’ with what Lynn had already observed, an ass to match, she was a quintessential example of what a short stack was supposed to look like. What people often failed to notice about her appearance until it was far too te however, were the thick ropes of muscles that hinted at a strength far greater than what was typical for a woman of her stature.

  Evelyn gave a warm smile. “I may not have told you this, but I was the same size as you when I was your age.”

  “Bullshit!” Lynn snapped unconsciously.

  Her mother frowned but chose not to comment on the unintentional outburst. “It's true! Us Trung women tend to be te bloomers. I guarantee that you'll see for yourself soon enough.” With that said, she turned and walked out the door, giving her daughter a slight wave. “Have fun and be safe! I'll see you ter!”

  Lynn watched as her mother got into her car and drove off. She repyed their conversation over and over, trying to parse exactly what had just happened. Something about the way her mother acted felt off. But try as she might, Lynn couldn't put a finger on exactly why.

  Regardless of how out of pce their little chat had been, now that she was alone the burning ache in her loins roared back to life into a full on inferno. Suspect advice or not, she was going to be the filial daughter and follow her mother's suggestion to the letter. She was going to go out and get herself id, one way or another.

  Her lips curled into a predatory smile. She already knew the exact pce to start.

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