Be Celestia, waking up on the Saturday morning after. You stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, patiently waiting for your brain to reboot and provide some answers. Beside you, you hear the blanket rustle. An arm flops onto your chest, a warm hand reflexively honking your boob. Your morning dew goes from spritzer damp to waterslide. Why are you so easy?

Fighting down your arousal, you slowly turn your head to find Anon's beatific sleeping face. Oh yeah, that happened. You stew in your shame and arousal, suddenly too hot under the blanket. What were you thinking? Sure, Anon is a kind, earnest boy with an amazing body, and your vag is still tingling from last night... Okay, you are not thinking clearly here. You slip out from under the covers, specifically not thinking of giving Anon Jr. a warm wake up kiss with your cave of wonders.

...

Anon doesn't stir. Right. Clothes. He said his dad was on a training retreat or whatever, right? You eye your bra, discarded on the floor. Yeah, no, the girls are free right now, and you like it that way. You pull on your panties and consider your dress. You could wear it again, but right now you want to be comfortable, not formal. You root around his closet until you find a nice long sleeved forest green sweater. It's pretty soft, as you put it on, and the fuzz tickles pleasantly at your nipples. You tug it down, somewhat surprised it covers most of the curve of your ass. You know most of your height is legs, but Anon is shorter than you, is his torso really longer? You glance at the bed, where the lithe form of Anon lies tangles in the blanket.

Something to find out later. You check the clock. 8:05 AM. You do feel rather rested. Your stomach chooses this point to growl. Right, breakfast. You wander downstairs, finding the kitchen. It's pretty small, and a few minutes search nets you a little frying pan. Eggs sound good, boys like eggs, right? You can almost imagine your sister's voice, "Yeah they do~"

If only your pervert of a sister could see you now. Actually, no, that would be terrible. You put some bread in the toaster and turn on the stove top. As the first fried egg begins to cook, you wonder if the smell will wake Anon up. The domesticity of it all warms your heart.

Then the door opens

"Chjiunior! I have returned!"

That's the worst Shannon Connery impression you have ever heard. More importantly, that is Mr. Aggot. You want to hide, but the egg needs to be flipped soon. M-maybe you can bribe him with eggs... Luna leers in your head, "Mmm yeah, bribe him with your eggs." Damn it, she's making you into a pervert too. Meanwhile, Mr. Aggot pauses at the entrance to the kitchen, halfway out of his coat. Oh, that's where Anon gets his figure.

"Good morning, Mr. Aggot. Would you like a fried egg?"

You flip it, letting it sizzle on the pan. He blinks.

"You're the woman Anon was talking about?"

Oh mercy, what has the boy been saying? Are you going to lose your job over this?

"I assume so. I am the one teaching him to dance."

He slumps his shoulders.

"I thought so, but a man can dream, right? Is he blackmailing you?"

You casually tug the hem of the sweater lower, covering the bottom of your panties. Time for damage control.

"No, far from it. Things just got out of hand, I never intended to take advantage of your son, I-"

Anon scrambles down the stairs, clad only in his black boxers. You do not need this kind of distraction.

"Dad! I thought you'd be gone until Monday!"

Mr. Aggot smirks.

"I can see that. Why don't you introduce me to your girlfriend?"

Anon steps up beside you and wraps an arm possessively around your waist.

"Dad, this is Principal Celestia. Celestia, this is Anonymous Sr. Fontleroy Aggot."

"Nice to meet you."

He nods.

"You too."

An awkward silence descends, and you try to tug your sweater down further. Mr. Aggot steps forward, grabbing Anon's shoulder, tears in his eyes.

"Are you the shota?"

Wait, you know that from the nipornography Luna sends you. Anon smiles back, eyes shimmering with pride.

"I am."

Mr. Aggot crushes his son in a hug.

"I am so, so proud of you, son."

"Thanks, Dad, it's everything you said it would be."

Are they talking about straight shota? You think you are probably better off not knowing. Abruptly, Anon Sr. pulls back.

"Well, I better let you two lovebirds have your weekend. I'll just stay with one of the ladies from the office."

You watch the man leave, not sure what to think, let alone say. Anon turns to you.

"Yeah, dad's pretty great. By the way, I like the sweater, looks good on you."

...

"Thanks."

Then he grabs your ass. Two can play at that game.

Be Mr. Aggot. As great as it was to act like a huge slut in this crazy world where men are the fairer gender, that changed when you had your son. You actually had to get a stable job and get responsible. It was a long road, and goodness knows being a guy made a lot of things easier, but it still fills you with pride to see how well your son has grown up. You had been worried about him during high school, he never seemed to show an interest in any of the girls he knew. You had thought he, you know, had shit taste.

But no, he was actually a patrician, bagging a stunning milf after months of seduction. You may have to step up your game.

...

Maybe she has a sister?