Still Not at the Cabin

Zack Bishop woke up hard. That wasn’t an unnatural or uncommon occurrence for the teenage boy, or any teenage boy for that matter. What was unusual was the soft sucking of his tip, feeling of a wet tongue swirling around his exposed glans while the mouth slurped eagerly at his pre-cum. Waking, it took a few moments to get his bearings, to clear out the cobwebs in his head before looking down as he realized the feeling wasn’t just his imagination, a left over picture from a very good night’s rest. No, this was actually happening, he was living every boy's fantasy of being woken up with a blowjob.

He couldn’t see who was doing the sucking, their head obscured by the bedsheet that bobbed along with their mouth as it dipped up and down his cockhead. Lower, on his shaft, he could feel a hand, squeezing him tight but tenderly, tugging on his taut flesh. Not being able to see what they were doing, instead only feeling was an amazing way to experience a blowjob, Zack had to confess, though admittedly, he missed watching a girl’s lips stretch around his thick member, lewdly straining to accommodate his girth.

As much as he couldn’t see though, it was plainly obvious who was beneath the sheet. He remembered driving her home, remembered calling her his north star, remembered how she led him to the bedroom, remembered how he’d ate her out and remembered how they’d fucked each other until they fell asleep. He remembered this room as well. He hadn’t been able to see much of it last night in the dark, but even after eight months, very little had changed in his ex-girlfriend, now again current girlfriend’s bedroom.

“Oooh, fuck, Lisa,” Zack groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow when he felt the Latina’s tongue flick over his slit.

“Mmmm, you’re finally awake,” she said, throwing off the covers so that Zack could see her beautiful round face and dark brown eyes, her long, wavy black hair thrown over one shoulder.

“Finally?” Zack laughed. “How long have you been licking on my lower half?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned again as she lowered her head and trailed her tongue upwards, tasting him from root to tip. “I bet you wish you knew. Pity you were dead to the world, so you’ll never know.”

“Shit. I’m never going to sleep again,” Zack insisted, watching as she took his cockhead in her mouth, finally giving him that perfect image of her full lips wrapped wide around his thick tip. “I never want to miss another blowjob.”

She slurped noisily over his cock before pulling it from her mouth with an equally loud pop, and said, “But if you never go to sleep, I can never give you another morning ‘wake-up call’.”

“Oh, so this is gonna be a regular thing? You sure know how to spoil a guy,” Zack replied with a grin, stretching his hands behind his head. “Fine, then I’m going to quit my job at Ravers Enterprises and just sleep twenty-four-seven, and you can ‘wake me up’ all day long.”

“Nut-nuh, I’m not dating some jobless scrub. I have standards, Mr. Bishop,” she said, shaking her head while her hand still jerked his shaft. “But, you made me feel so good last night, so I wanted to repay the favor.”

“You didn’t have to,” Zack’s smile turned from smug to sincere. “Eating you out isn’t a chore. I love how wet it gets you, and how you could barely stand afterwards.”

“Don’t worry, I love sucking on your cock just as much,” she emphasized her point by licking his length again, though Zack was sure he could see her caramel colored cheeks blush at his comment. “Though, I admit, I do wish you could just stay in bed with me all day.”

“Me too,” he groaned as her tongue moved over his tip again, slathering his knob end in her slobber, the excess running down his shaft into her fist as it kept pumping, eager to draw out the load that was currently churning in his balls. “But I really need to go into the office. Though I’m only the nominal head, I have to keep up appearances.”

“For now,” Lisa said between licks. “If you prove yourself in the role, who knows, maybe some day you really will inherit the company.”

“No-no way,” Zack stammered, struggling to talk with the sensations of her tongue and her hand on his dick distracting his focus. “Everyone no…knows that’s going to…H-Heather.”

“Maybe. If Robert really is your dad, that means you’re his kid too,” Lisa noted, then teasingly added. “And when you’re the boss you can hire me to be your secretary.”

Her mouth went back to his cock as she waited his reply as she did every time she got the chance. Zack’s head was a mess of pleasure and thoughts, about being the head of Ravers Enterprises, imagining, buzzing Lisa into his office to take a memo…and winding up bending over his desk, pulling down her panties and…

“Fuuuck, Lisa, if I had you around all the time, knowing you can do this with your mouth…I’d definitely never get any work done,” Zack finally got the words out, even though in his mind he was thinking about more than just her mouth. “I really wish we could do more right now, but I really gotta go, and still I have to take you up to your dad’s cabin first.”

“I guess I better make you cum already then,” Lisa stuck out her tongue at him as she began to stroke his shaft faster with her small, tight fist.

A satisfied sigh escaped from Zack’s lips as his head rolled back, Lisa’s tongue returning to his cockhead, licking circles around his glans before he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him again. She jerked his cock into her mouth as she suckled on his tip, drawing out all the pre-cum that had formed since she last tasted him minutes ago. But she was working him harder now, sucking and stroking with purpose, his cock throbbing in her grasp with every movement. He hadn’t noticed when they were dating, when he was inexperienced, but now, having been with a few other girls, having done more than a few things with them, he could tell, this girl was good.

Her mouth never dove below his cockhead, and never needed to. Her lips, tight around his helmet, felt like she was pulling him into her mouth, while her tongue, wide and flat, ran over his slit, sending a shiver up his spine. All the while her hand never stopped pumping his shaft, bouncing between his nutsack and her own lips with such persistence that if the woman wasn’t right in front of him, he might have suspected she was a machine. Her actions were wholly focused on drawing out his cum, and it was working. He felt his balls tense with the load waiting to be released.

“OooOoh, fuh-fuck, Lisa,” he tried to warn her as the pleasure surged in his mind as it did in his member. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Lisa? LISA?” A woman’s voice came from outside the room, alerting the couple. “Lisa, are you here?”

The Latina called Lisa lifted her head to respond, right at the wrong moment. Zack was too far gone to hold it back, his slit expanding as her mouth left his cockhead. He felt his load rising up the length of his cock, knowing what would happen and yet unable to stop it, Lisa’s hand still holding his pulsing member. His seed erupted from his tip, ropes flying high into the air, and splashing against the girl’s pretty face, painting her caramel skin with gooey white streaks. She recoiled slightly, her hand releasing his cock as she yelped with surprise, but neither did anything to stop his orgasm, or the cum from his cock from spraying her face again.

It happened as if in slow motion, Zack watching every shot hit Lisa’s face, while, at the very same time, in that exact moment, the door opened and in walked Susan Rivera, Lisa’s mother. She was in the middle of calling for Lisa again, an elated grin on her face that quickly turned to horror as she was given a front row seat to her daughter’s facial, bearing witness to the stream of cum that left Lisa’s face dripping and white. If time had slowed before, it seemed to freeze as all three looked at each other, completely unsure if what had happened had really happened, or how to react.

Susan found her bearings first, reacting as any mother might. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Mum!” Lisa said, suddenly jumping to her feet and looking around for something to clean her face with. She practically pounced on a packet of cleansing wipes that sat beside her make up in front of a desk mirror. “I thought you were up at the cabin.”

“And I thought you were still arrested,” Susan said, trying not to look at Zack, or specifically his cock, as he scooted off the bed and searched the floor for his underwear. She had to admit, for a teenage boy, he was certainly doing well for himself down there. “I saw the car in the driveway, and I thought maybe you had been released. Lo, and behold, here you are, getting…doing this.”

“Mum!” Lisa groaned, using wipe after wipe to clean her face. “I am eighteen…”

“Lisa, I never wanted to have to see…this,” Susan noted, deciding rather than tempting herself to look at Zack to just turn away and face the opposite direction. “But I’m more upset that no one thought to tell me you’d been released.

“Mrs. Rivera, this is my fault, really, I’m sorry,” Zack said, shoving his cock back into his boxers. “My friends and I, last night, we found some new evidence that helped exonerate Lisa. I took it straight to the station, and they called in Mr. McRose. When they agreed to let Lisa go, I offered to drive her home. I drove her here and it was only then that we realized you were probably still staying up at the cabin. It was already rather late at that point, and Lisa was tired, so I was going to drive her up this morning.”

Sure, right after you gave my daughter a cum-mask, Susan thought to herself, but she could hardly blame them. Two eighteen-year olds in a house alone all night, what else could be expected. That didn’t mean she was happy about it, or wanted to see it, but admittedly the rest of the story made sense. She didn’t feel quite so angry about being left out anymore.

As she finished wiping the last of Zack’s seed from her face, Lisa stood and turned. She was surprised to find her mother in front of her, pulling her in tight and wrapping her arms around her daughter, hugging her in the tightest embrace, a bear hug of love, that threatened to squeeze all the air from her lungs.

“M-mum,” she gasped, the awkwardness of being naked while being hugged by her own mother marginally trumping the fact that her mother might actually smother her. “I-I missed you too, but c-can I at least get dressed first?”

“Of course,” Susan said, stepping back, beaming. “But then I’m gonna want to hug you lots more, okay?”

“I’m gonna get going and get out of the way,” Zack said, dressed in his trousers and shirt, his tie and jacket slung over his forearm. “I know you two have a lot of catching up to do.”

Before he could leave, Susan pulled him into a similar hug, catching him just as off guard as Lisa. He looked at his girlfriend over her mother’s shoulder, as if asking what he should do, but the teenage Latina offered no solutions, just a bemused expression and a smile. After a few moments, Susan Rivera pulled away, but held Zack in front of her, his shoulders in her hands, as tears fell from her eyes, running down her cheeks.

“Thank you for bringing my daughter home.”