Lonely walk home

Today was one of the unfortunate days where you couldn't walk home with Emma. It was one of the reasons why you weren't in such a rush to finish your session with Rebecca. Around once every couple weeks her mom would pick her up so they could go and visit her grandparents out of town. She had told you when she would be going so it wasn't a complete surprise but it still left the walk home feeling empty without her making jokes by your side.

To be honest this might have been one of the few occasions where you were at least a little bit relieved to not be walking with her. You had no idea how to speak to her after the bomb she dropped yesterday. Were you just supposed to ignore the topic or was it something she would have wanted to bring up to clear the awkwardness? And if she did want to bring it up, what kinda reaction was you supposed to have.

There was no point going back and forth about it now considering it wasn't gonna happen anyway, so you decided to move on and think about more productive topics to keep you occupied on your lonely walk home. You considered viewing Rebecca’s stats but figured it was best to wait until you were safely in your room.

You were surprised how quickly you could make it home when you weren't trying to delay parting with your favourite conversation partner. A quick check of the mailbox showed nothing special waiting for you, unlike the previous day. Just a few letters that you dropped on the table before heading further into the house. You couldn't hear anyone around and a quick check of the downstairs rooms showed nobody around, so you assumed this was one of the rare occasions where you were home alone.

Usually the act of walking through the door brought at least one person out to greet you. More often than not it was Mom making sure she knew who had come in. With it only being the 3 of you in the house, you thought it was probably just her doing it out of habit at this point. It made more sense when both Lucy and Dad were still staying here most of the time.

Not wanting to waste any of your newfound alone time, you rushed to your room, sat down at your desk and started up your computer to find some porn to watch. You could have used the pictures of Sarah again but you weren't in the mood for that at the moment. Plus something was telling you that your collection in the KDK gallery was going to get a lot bigger.

It didn't take long for you to find what you were looking for. It was pretty generic by porn standards but you had memorised the 'actress's' name because of the likeness to Mom. You also had a Sarah look-alike saved but you felt more in the mood for something MILF related.

You consider yourself average in a lot of ways but the size of your dick was something you slightly took pride in. It wasn't pornstar levels huge but it was enough for you to be happy with. Like every guy, you had measured it more than a few times throughout the years and you knew you were roughly around 8 inches. Closer to 8 than 7 at least...

After placing your phone on the desk, shuffling out of your jeans and getting some tissues prepared, you flipped through various videos from ‘PornMoms’ channel for the next 5-10 minutes and were slowly picking up pace towards climax.

You finally settled on a video where the scene showed her getting fucked over the arm of a sofa while moaning every time the guy slapped her ass. Every thrust caused her legs to shake until she finally couldn't handle the pounding and fell face-first onto the cushions with a long pleasure-filled groan.

You had nearly timed it right so that you would cum at the climax of the video when suddenly you saw the door open out of the corner of your eye. You knew you hadn’t locked it when rushing in and with no time or even thought to hide you knew there was no chance of escape, especially when you were on the edge of cumming.

“Hey, could you help me…” the voice at the door trailed off.