His Mom Caught Us
Copyright© 2020 by Kaal Chexz
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - My friend's mom catches us in the act, and surprises us all with her interest!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa mt/mt Mult Teenagers Consensual Gay BiSexual Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Son Group Sex Masturbation Voyeurism
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.
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