Well... Fuck

“Hi, Mom…” John said weakly, looking over his shoulder to see his mom, coat still on, in the doorway. “I did not hear you come in,” he said awkwardly. Cynthia quickly pulled the blanket back over her legs as she realized who had just walked in on them.

Brenda looked at Cynthia, her frosty gaze thawing a little as she gestured at the kitchen. “Clean up, then meet me in the kitchen. We need to talk.” With those words Brenda walked out of the room again, leaving John and Cynthia to themselves for a moment.

“So, that’s my mom. I guess this is not the best way to meet her, now is it?” John asked with a laugh, using his shirt to wipe her juices from his face to the best of his ability.

Cynthia, still slightly out of breath, shrugged. “It’s one way to make an impression at least.” Her hands pulling her panties and pants back on, she smiled at John and pecked his cheek. “Don’t worry. We will be fine, I mean, how would you feel when someone is eating out a stranger out on your couch, hm?”

John nodded and offered her a hand, pulling her up from the couch, walking the few meters to the kitchen; to John they felt like kilometers. He raised his head, took Cynthia's hand firmly and walked into the room. “Mom, I want you to meet Cynthia, my girlfriend.”

Brenda was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, smiling at them like nothing happened. “Well, good evening to you too, John, and a pleasure to meet you, Cynthia. I didn’t know my little boy was already starting to become a man,” Brenda said with a warm smile. She gestured for the two to sit down. John taking his seat across from his mom and Cynthia the one next to his.

“Now, tell me how you two met. It’s not every day my boy brings someone home after all.”

Over the next ten minutes, John and Cynthia told the story of how they met minus the Abyssal parts. They told her they met in the forest while John was there for his assignment, how they got talking, spending more and more time together until tonight they went on a date. Brenda’s grin got wider as the story grew longer.

“And well, mom, that’s when you walked into the room. We kinda forgot that you would be coming home, I’m sorry.”

“Ah, to be young again, in a way, I envy you two. It reminds me so much of how I met your father, John. Don’t worry about it, it’s natural, quite natural,” Brenda reassured him, patting his hand. “Cynthia, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I guess I have you to thank for getting my son out of his room for once. I never would have imagined that my son would bring in such a beautiful girl one day. In all fairness, his father and I were starting to think he wasn’t even interested in girls…”
Cynthia started giggling as those last words rang out, winking at Brenda as she answered. “Oh, you have nothing to worry about in that regard, he is quite interested, quite interested indeed.”

John’s face was as red as a beet by now, not knowing whether he should laugh and be happy that his mom and girlfriend got along or if he should be upset that his parents thought he was gay.

Brenda patted John’s hand once more. “I take it that Cynthia wants to spend the night?”

“Well, Mrs. Newman, if that would be possible? I mean, I know it’s a school night and all, but you know.”

“I, well. It would be hypocritical of me to say no, but…” Brenda looked at John, then at Cynthia. “Just this once, and you guys better use protection. Do you hear me, mister? Little lady?” When both of them nodded, she smiled. “Good, then I will now get out of your way and go to bed. Don’t go to sleep too late. I love you, John, and it was a pleasure, Cynthia. I hope to see more of you in the future.”

“Oh, I hope so too, Mrs. Newman!” Cynthia answered giddily, watching how Brenda took her cup of tea and headed upstairs. A few moments later, the two teenagers looked at each other, then started laughing.

“Your mom is nice.”

“She thought I was gay.”

“Does not mean she isn’t nice.”

John sighed, looking at Cynthia with a small smirk. The girl in question leaned over, kissing him on the lips softly, winking. “Wanna go upstairs and make sure she never thinks that again?”

“Gladly!” John finally laughed about it all as well, taking her hand as the two lovestruck teenagers raced up the stairs too.

On John’s nightstand there was a little note and a couple of condom packages. ‘Have fun, you two’, the note read.

As John closed the door, Cynthia looked around his room.

“This really suits you, geeky with a hint of mystery, I like it.”

John walked up to her, taking her in his arms as they kissed, passionately, their tongues dancing around each other, twisting, sliding, wiggling in their oral tango. Their hands traveling over each other’s bodies, Cynthia tugged on his shirt as John’s hands groped her beautiful, well rounded buttocks. They broke the kiss, John being **** to pull away and raise his arms for the shirt to be removed and tossed aside.

“This is way more fun than having you unequip them, gives me something to unwrap,” Cynthia purred, giving his nipple an appreciative lick.

John shivered slightly, but not one to be outdone, he pulled her shirt off too, revealing those beautiful, bronzed B-cups to him up close. He stared at them in awe, hands carefully grasping them, thumbs brushing over her nipples. A sweet moan escaped her lips.

Cynthia’s hands undid her pants for the second time in half an hour, stripping them off along with her panties once again, standing fully naked in front of him. John quickly followed suit, kicking his shoes into the corner, pulling down his pants and boxers; his cock, fully hard already sprang out as he did.

“Hmmm, you look bigger than before,” Cynthia purred as she wrapped a hand around it, the other on his neck as she pulled him in for a second kiss. John’s hand rested on her neck and lower back as they made out, slowly moving in the direction of his bed.

Cynthia’s legs hit the bed, their momentum, as small as it was, causing the two of them to pile onto the bed together, their kiss broken, smiling at each other sweetly. “To answer your earlier remark, yeah… It grew again for repaying your favor earlier,” John grinned.

“Hmmm, lets see what this badboy can do, then,” Cynthia whispered, reaching for one of the condoms, handing it to John as she got comfortable on his bed.

John opened the package, rolling the rubber protection over his enhanced length. He looked at Cynthia, laying there on his bed, fully naked, ready for him. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, giving her an almost holy, serene look.

She blushed as she saw him staring like that, turning her head away as her cheeks reddened. “Stop staring already and come here!” she mumbled.

He was all too eager to oblige, crawling forward, positioning himself between her spread legs. He guided his tip to her entrance with one hand as the other grabbed her chin, turning her head to face him again. Their eyes met; she gave him a small nod. John locked his lips with hers again as he thrust his hips against hers, in one go pushing half his length into her, breaking her hymen in the process.

Cynthia’s eyes teared up slightly, a painful moan mixed into their kiss. She drew a deep breath as John broke the kiss again. “You okay?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, it stung a bit, give me a moment to get used to it,” she whispered. She ran a hand through his hair, looking up at his sweet, worried face, feeling his cock inside of her amidst the slight ache. It felt wonderful.

After a few more moments, she gave another small nod. “You can continue, but slowly.”

John obliged quickly, kissing her neck as he slowly started to make thrusting motions, pulling out slightly only to push in a little deeper as he thrust in. Cynthia’s hands locked around his neck, looking into his eyes as small gasps escaped both their lips.

“It feels incredible, Cynthia, so tight, so warm,” John moaned as he finally bottomed out inside of her. Cynthia’s eyes had become half lidded by then, her first time being different than she had imagined, but it felt wonderful to her as well.

“I feel good too, John; you can pick up your speed a bit now. I always wondered what all the Ungh fuss was about, but now, now I know,” she whispered, interrupted by a moan halfways.

John’s thrusts sped up as their thighs met with wet smacking sounds, both of their moans growing louder and louder as well. They traded small kisses, looking into each other’s eyes as much as they could.

Eventually, the inevitable happened; John’s thrusts became erratic as he groaned out: ‘I’m gonna cum, Cynthia.”

Cynthia’s eyes went wide open as she nodded. “Me too… Me too, John! Keep going... Please!”

John gave a few more thrusts, then hilted himself inside of her one last time. Cynthia’s body started to contract below him at the exact same time that he started to fill up the condom inside of her, pumping a large, gooey load into the rubber. Her body tensed, a fresh gush of wetness flowing out around his cock, her legs clamping down around his lower back while a loud cry of pleasure flowed from her lips.

Cynthia let go of John after a while, both of them panting heavily as they looked at each other. John pulled his cock out of her while rolling off of her, trading small kisses as he pulled the filled condom from his cock. Tying it off and tossing it on the ground next to the bed.

“That was incredible,” John whispered, sleepily staring into Cynthia’s slowly closing eyes, pulling the covers over their sweaty bodies.

Cynthia didn’t speak; she cuddled into his arms, kissing along his chest as she looked at him. Her eyes shone as they met his. She was sticky, sweaty, but her mind was still slightly trembling. Her fingers slowly trailed over his jaw. “What is happening to me, John… I met you on Monday, and here we are, in your bed. I don’t regret it one bit… But you came into my life this quickly, it’s just weird, so, so weird.” Cynthia yawned sleepily after saying that, looking at John’s face as her fingers still trailed over his cheek.

John did not know what to say; instead he just held her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other on her lower back. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “Ever since Monday my life has been a mess, new things, dangerous things, cute things. Cute dangerous things,” he prodded her lower back as he spoke those last words. “I went from mr geek to mr hunter, and well, it’s weird to me too. I just hope that we didn’t rush into this, tonight, you know? I genuinely like you…” his voice trailed off as his eyes started to close slightly, unable to stop it. The last thing he heard was Cynthia mumbling.