Her Mom nearly catches you

"We need to stop," you say.
"You promised," Alison replies, gripping you tight, "Hurry up unless you want company."

Fuck.
Dammit.

You keep pounding away at her as you can hear the door close and other sounds from downstairs.

The steps.
Someone is going up them.

With one hand, you rub Alison's pussy and cover her mouth with the other hand.

You make her cum and she bites down on your hand- just enough for you to really feel it.

The footsteps get closer.

Alison tells you to hide under her bed and she covers herself up.

You're just under in time as the door opens.

"What are you doing home," a mature female voice says.
"I was feeling bad. They let me go home."

You can't see her, but the woman does look over Alison seriously.

"Flustered...sweaty...I bet you have a temperature."
Alison nods.
"I'll make you some soup for later. I'll keep it hot for when you wake up."
"Thanks, Mom."

As the woman leaves, however, she spots your feet under the bed.
She says nothing and closes the door.

'That bitch took home a guy to fuck her- again.
Why does she get more dick than I do these days?!?'

Instead of going downstairs, she goes to her room.

You emerge from under the bed and Alison tells you to wait a few minutes to head out.
You get dressed and exit the room when she tells you to.

As you approach the stairs, however, you hear sounds from a room at the end of the hall.
A door is left open just a crack.