Chapter 2

We both immediately jumped. Dylan’s cock popped out of my mouth, my slobber leaving a long drool between my lips and that delicious spongy head. I threw myself back into the corner of the couch with both hands making an effort to cover my vein-popping erection. Dylan’s left hand went to the remote, hitting the mute button (he meant to hit the power button, but he missed), while his other hand reached to the side of the couch for a pillow, which he quickly covered himself with.

“Mom!!! Wha ... wha...” he stammered as he looked at me, then back at her.

“I asked you a question young man!” She sternly said as she marched into the room from the staircase. “Did I stutter? Did you not understand me?”

“I ... Uh ... We...” Every time Dylan muttered a syllable or two, she would interrupt him.

As I was watching this unfold before me, I had two overwhelming emotions. One was the fear of what would happen when she turned her attention to me. This woman was on the war path, I knew her to be a church-goer and fairly conservative in her living. So I already knew that not only was she going to make sure Dylan never saw me again, but she was probably going to spread my name around town as the corrupter of the good Christian boys of this town (yeah right, if she only knew).

The second emotion, which was quickly taking up more and more brain cells, was a feeling of lust. You see, Kathy (Dylan’s mom) had come home early from her work as an accountant at a local firm. Her body, mixed with her clothes, made her an absolute goddess oozing sexuality, and I’m not sure if she was trying to. She had always dressed conservatively on the Sunday mornings I had seen her ... but then that was at church.

Kathy was a 5’8” or 5’9” brunette, with what I always considered a fairly plain body ... hard to miss her amazing tits no matter what she wore. But, when she put on a pair of 3 inch heels, a knee-length black skirt, and a red button up collared top, she transformed into the professor/teacher/librarian/accountant of every man’s fantasy. Her hair was up in a tight pony tail, and she still had on her black rectangle-rimmed glasses.

So there I was, paralyzed by fear, except for my cock, which was growing as I looked at her firm calves, the ass closely hugged by her skirt, her flat stomach, her amazing, round tits (I found out later 34DD) showcased in her blouse, and her sharp jawline. I had zoned out, and when she turned to me I didn’t even hear what she said.

“Um ... what?” I said, blinking myself back into reality.

“I asked you if you could tell me what you were doing and ... and what in the world you are doing NOW!” She said, looking at my crotch and then turning away.

I looked down myself, and I was absent-mindedly stroking my cock in the hardest state it’s ever been. I looked back up.

“I ... uh ... I’m sorry Ms Jones. I guess I just think you ... well ... you look so good!”

“UGH!” She exclaimed and threw her hands up, walking a few steps away from us. She turned and looked at us again.

“So, Dylan, are you gay? Is that it?”

Dylan looked at me.

“He doens’t have the answer for you. Look at me. Are you gay?”

“No mom! I’m not! Honest! Just look!” he pointed to the muted porn still on the tv. It was currently showing a blonde with that big 80’s hair, sucking on a fat wet dick. “I guess I might like both.”

“Me too!” I said

“I’ll get to you in a minute.” she said to me.

“Well, how much of a gay slut are you?”

Dylan and I looked at each other again, with the same thought. ‘Did she just use the word ‘slut’? Who is this woman?”

“You actually walked in on the first time trying...” Dylan said sheepishly.

“Oh is that right? Well God forbid I interrupt two boys’ first time together!” she said, seemingly mocking us.

I was quickly losing confidence that this was going to go well at all. “Maybe I should go” I said

“No. You get back on your knees and suck his cock.” She pointed to the ground in front of him I stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious.

She walked over to me, leaned in close, and put her hand on my chest. “Young man, just like when Dylan does chores, I expect you to finish what you start. You get down there and suck my son’s cock right now or this whole town is going to string you up by these.” She said as she firmly-too firmly-grabbed my balls. My cock surged a drop of precum from the head, and I could only say, “Yes ma’am.”