A panic in plain sight

The room stood frozen. Pete felt his neck snap round, and his body might have followed… if he hadn’t managed to smack Stacy in the eye with his still erect penis in the process. Still hanging onto the footstool for dear life, she could do nothing but squint through the moment as he untangled the crossed wires there. During which another great globule of saliva and pre-cum dripped from her chin onto the carpet… the carpet owned by their sudden onlooker.

Mark went white as a sheet. He seemed utterly locked between two decisions: the urge to pull out of this incredibly awkward position to be caught in… and the knowledge that if he did so his own mother would see his erect penis. The overall result was that he began one plan then halfway through seemed to change his mind. Which actually meant it looked more like he was just continuing to fuck Stacy in slow-motion.

For her own part, the cause of all this terror looked shocked at first, as one might expect. But then the jaw-dropped ‘O’ of her mouth seemed to almost rise up like the sun; into a wide and hard-forged smile. It was clearly a **** entreaty, for their sake. But it didn’t seem to hold any of the fury or abject horror that the teens might’ve expected. It was a knowing smile. An ‘oops I’ve caught you with a hand in the cookie jar’ smile. And it confused the hell out of everyone else present. A fact made even more so by the words that followed.

“Ahem… My, err… My yoga class was cancelled today Marky… So err… I’ll get dinner on in a minute…”

By now there was actual warmth in her grin, as if once all the shock had drained away she was left with only whatever invisible logic she was basing her reaction to this situation on. She turned her attention to the other two in the room, in no way skipping her eyes over the compromising state they were in.

“Nice to see you as always, Pete… Stacy… Stacy would you mind coming to see me in the kitchen after you’ve… ahem… finished up in here…”

And with that she was gone. Flitting away from the doorway like a fey creature of the forest. Leaving three very lost souls staring at each other.

Pete was the first to regain consciousness… He glanced around the room in utter confusion. “When she said ‘finish up in here’ ...you don’t think she meant… She can’t of…”

The horniness of all concerned flooded back in a humongous tidal surge. They had been caught short in the final rush towards land after all… Stacy began bobbing her hips back towards Mark. She couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t help it. All the adrenaline boiling through her veins just had to go somewhere. Peter’s cock was still brushing against her cheek, she grabbed hold of it with one hand and began pumping it into her own mouth. Whatever happened next… she was determined to get this one last gulp of climax finished with. The boys were slower to that assessment, but were in a similar state of freefall. Eventually all they could do was shrug and help out, building quickly back up to the pace they had just held.

It didn’t take long… The brink approached and spilled over with all the churning doubts of the moment. Stacy gulped down yet another load of Pete’s salty, white produce, and felt Mark leave a similar entry between her legs. She pulled off and away from them before she had even swallowed however, determined to get this over with as soon as possible. The kitchen was just a short walk down the hall. She felt the cold air rushing through her thighs as the remains of her tights flapped open and her own juices continued to dribble down her legs. The taste of Pete still invigorating her with an odd, **** confidence as she turned the corner into whatever cruel fate awaited.