Gerald was on his knees between April's spread legs, and he was just beginning to push the head of his cock between the dripping-wet lips of her cunt when the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the single-story ranch house. "Hi Gerry, I'm home!" a female voice called out.
April stiffened, her eyes going wide. "Jeepers, it's your mom! I thought you said she wasn't going to be home until later!"
"She wasn't supposed to be," Gerald sighed. "I told her..." He shrugged and started leaning forward, sliding more of his cock into April's pussy. "Anyway, forget her. She won't bother us."
"No!" April put her hand on Gerald's chest and started wriggling up the bed and away from him. "I can't do it with your mom right outside the--" she looked in the direction of the bedroom door and made a little squeak of fright. "The door isn't closed!" she said in a frantic whisper.
Gerald twisted around to look at the bedroom door behind him. Freed from April's cunt, his rigid cock jutted upward from his crotch at a sharp angle. At that moment, his mother Madeline appeared at the bedroom doorway, already speaking as she came into view. "Gerry honey, I was wondering-- Oh!" She stood frozen in place for a long moment, her eyes locked on her son's erect cock, which was standing in perfect profile from her point of view. "Oh," she finally said again. She lowered her gaze to the floor and at the same time brought her hand up in front of her eyes, as if to prevent herself from peeking. "I-- I'm sorry. Excuse me." She stepped backwards away from the doorway, and then her footsteps could be heard going back down the hall.
With a snort of exasperation, Gerald got up from the bed and closed his bedroom door. When he turned around again, April was already scrambling into her clothes.
"Oh my god, your mom saw me naked!" she said, fastening her bra and twisting it around to lay her breasts into the cups. "I'm gonna die. I'm totally gonna die. Your mom saw me naked and she saw us doing it. I am totally going to die."
Gerald sat on the edge of the bed, watching his girlfriend step into her panties. "Come on April," he said. "The door's closed now." He reached out to her arm, tugging her toward the bed.
"No way!" April snatched her arm away and bent to pick up her shorts. "I totally couldn't! Not after..." She glanced in the direction of the door. "God, I'm never going to be able to look your mom in the face again!" Her shorts on, she slipped her feet into her sandals. "Um, I'm sorry about leaving you, you know, like this." Her eyes flicked down to Gerald's hard cock. "I'll make it up to you some other time."
"Yeah, sure," Gerald said. He lay back on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows. "I'll see you in class tomorrow, huh?"
"Yeah." April went to the bedroom door and opened it a crack, peering out. Then she opened it further and slipped through it, trotting on tiptoes down the hall and toward the front door.
Gerald puffed out a loud sigh. Then he bolted up from his bed and grabbed the sweatpants that were hanging from the closet doorknob. A few seconds later he was stalking into the kitchen, his bare feet slapping on the tile floor. His mother was at the sink, filling a teakettle with water. "Damnit Mom," he said, "I told you I was having April over this afternoon. I told you not to come home early!"
Madeline turned to face her son. "Gerald," she began in a firm voice, and then she hesitated. Gerald was bare-chested, wearing only his sweatpants, and her eyes scanned over her son's sculpted chest muscles and the rippling washboard of his abdomen. "Gerald," she began again. "You are not permitted to use either that tone of voice or that sort of language when you speak to me. I'm your mother, and I'm entitled to some respect. I'm sorry about barging in on you. I guess I forgot about you asking me not to come home early."
Gerald's voice was harsh and plaintive. "Mom, this was the third time! How can you keep 'forgetting'?" He stressed the last word to show his disbelief.
"You can't expect to keep track of all your sexual dalliances, young man. I mean, who was this girl, anyway? Have I even met her, or is she just some floozy you picked up on the way home from school?" Madeline's eyes had drifted down to Gerald's crotch, where his erect cock was poking out a tent-like structure in the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
"That was April, Mom. You met her last Saturday. We've been going out for weeks, and this was our first time -- I mean it was supposed to be our first time."
Madeline folded her arms under her breasts. She was a small woman, and several inches shorter than her son. She wore her brown hair in soft curls that covered her ears and she was wearing a white blouse and a snug navy blue skirt. "Well I'm sorry, Gerald," she said, clipping out the words. "I'm sorry I spoiled your little roll in the hay. I apologize to you and to ... April, or whatever her name is."
Gerald chuckled ruefully. "No need to apologize to her, Mom. She had three screaming orgasms while I was going down on her."
"All right Gerald, I don't need all the explicit details--"
"Jesus, her pussy tasted good," Gerald interrupted. He tilted his head, his eyes unfocused as he reminisced. "And her tits were beautiful! Just perfect little handfuls..." Suddenly, with a breathy grunt, Gerald pushed down on the elastic waist of his pants, reached into them and brought out his cock, hooking the top of his pants under his balls.
"Gerald!" Madeline yelped. "What are you doing? Put that-- put that thing away!" As she spoke she turned away, facing toward the sink again.
Gerald held his cock in his fist, squeezing it and pumping his hand up and down. "Sorry Mom," he laughed. "It was getting bent and it hurt; I had to let it straighten out. Christ, I am so fucking close right now! I'm right on the edge!"
"Gerald, you're being disgusting!" Madeline said, speaking over her shoulder and avoiding looking at her son. "I don't know what's gotten into you. Now go to your room and ... do whatever you have to do to take care of that."
"Yeah, okay Mom." Gerald spoke slowly, breathing hard between the words. "I'll do that ... in just a second..." A moment passed in silence as he stood where he was, stroking his cock. "Jesus, your ass looks good in that skirt, Mom."
"What?" Madeline started to turn around but caught herself. "For god's sake Gerald, don't talk like that. I'm your mother!"
Gerald took a few steps forward, coming up close behind his mother. "Yeah," he said. "That makes it kind of kinky, doesn't it, Mom?" Suddenly his body was against hers, his chest to her back and his cock pressed into the furrow between her buttocks. At the same time he brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand. Madeline made a wordless squeal of surprise, squirming in her son's embrace. She tried to twist around to face him, but his grip tightened, his hands mashing her breasts and his thrusting groin pinning her belly against the counter. Gerald dropped his head, nuzzling his face into the crook of his mother's neck, and then he began a rhythmic grunting, the sound coming from the back of his throat, each repetition accompanied by a hard thrust of his belly and his cock against her skirt-covered ass.
After a series of repetitions, Gerald's thrusting and grunting slowed and finally stopped. His crushing hold on his mother's body softened, though he kept his hands where they were. He held her for a time, breathing deeply, his head resting sideways on her shoulder. Then he kissed her on her neck, gently and lightly. "Jesus, that felt good," he said, laughing. He inhaled deeply and kissed her neck again. "I love this perfume of yours, Mom. Every time you wear it, I want to grab you and take all your clothes off and eat you up."
As if awoken from a daze by her son's last statement, Madeline stirred suddenly, a shiver running through her body. "Gerald ... What on earth has gotten into you?" She grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away from her. "Let go of me! Get off me!" As Gerald released her and stepped back, she reached a hand around to the back of her skirt. "What have you done? Did you--?" She brought her hand back and looked at it; it was covered with a stringy, dribbling mass of semen. "Oh!" she cried out. "Gerald, how could you?"
Gerald took another step back from his mother, grinning sheepishly. His cock was beginning to soften, and a long thread of cum was hanging from the tip. "Sorry Mom," he said. "I guess I just kind of exploded."
"Oh!" Madeline said again, and then she turned and left the kitchen, walking quickly and holding her cum-laden hand away from her body.
Still grinning, Gerald watched his mother as she went down the hall, her bottom wiggling as she went, the movement emphasized by the splotchy puddle of jism on the back of her skirt. Then he tucked his cock into his sweatpants and went to his bedroom.
A couple of hours later Madeline called out to Gerald that supper was ready. As soon as the two of them were seated at the table, she said, "Gerald, about what happened this afternoon. I just want to say that I know that with a teenager's hormones, sometimes a boy's impulses and ... and lusts can get a little out of control. So we'll just chalk the whole business up to that, and we'll never speak about it again. Is that clear?"
Gerald smiled innocently. "Sure Mom. Say, that little dress looks really good on you. Is it new?"
Madeline was wearing a sleeveless cotton dress. "Um, no. It's just an old summer dress I don't wear very often. I ... I didn't have anything else handy to change into."
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