Your mom catches you

While you are still torn about what to do you hear your mother's voice calling your name. You turn around and see that she has just come up the stairs, and she's watching at you with a worried frown. Your expression betrays your sentiments, and she gives you an empathetic look, like when you are depressed about something.

-Mom, I...- You croak, shivers of desperation quivering down your throat.

-I don't know what to do...-.

-Oh sweetie! Come here!- She opens her arms and you throw yourself into a passionate hug, your head being rested between her large breasts and caressed by her gentle hands.

-Ssh, don't cry little baby. We have already talked about that.- She's referring to your three-way speech of last night in Kim's room, after she had sent Tom away.

-I know it's difficult, but not telling him was the best decision to do. You thought so yourself, didn't you?-.

-Y-Yeah, but...- You sob, unable to continue without crying.

-I would like that too, believe me.- She kindly whispers: -But he needs more time, he's not prepared yet. Think about your life now, think about the last days: do you really want to give them up? Tina, my sweet princess: your family loves you, and you love us. This is what really matters, right?-.

You sniff a couple of times.

-You-You're right mom.- Sniff: -I'm sorry.-.

-Don't be, honey. Don't be sad. Everything is fine.-.

You bury yourself in her soft, tender form. The burden in your heart is still burning, but now you feel like you know it will pass, sooner or later. That it has to disappear, with time; that this is just a bad moment. In the meantime, you feel good staying like that, with her arms embracing your back and her lips kissing your hair. If this is a bad moment, maybe it's not that bad.

The phone is ringing out as you wander around the living room and snort impatiently.

-Yes?- A voice finally answers.

-Hello?- You ask, checking the number you've called.

-Jessica?-.

-You're not Maddison... wait, Mrs. Garcia is that you?- You have recognized the voice of your old Spanish teacher, a Mexican babe everyone in your class had a crush on.

-Sort of. Ehm, discúlpame un segundo...- You hear fumbling sounds, and then she speaks again: -Your sister is... busy.-.

-Does it have to do with her wedding anniversary?- You ask with a knowing smirk, and she answers with a giggle.

-You bet! Those two lovebirds are celebrating on the sofa right now.-.

-Ah, I see. Watching some tv?- You guess innocently.

Giggle: -Let's say so. A very, very romantic film, and I think they are close to the happy ending. Oh, they're really into it. They comment it a lot, el Sr. Allen can't keep his mouth closed.-.

-And is there Emily with them?- You insist, while softly caressing your curves in growing arousal.

-No no, no es adecuado para la señorita! She's gone to her boyfriend... I think they like movies with more, heh, protagonists...-.

-Oh yes, they have their own charm.- You sit on the couch and get rid of your pants, rubbing your finger over the moist fabric between your legs. You're immediately rewarded by a thrill of pleasure.

-So, what are they doing now?-.

-El Sr. Allen has been really kind. He has prepared a succulent sandwich para la señora.-.

-Mh-mh, she likes them.- You feel hotter and hotter, you can no longer be restrained by your clothes which are scattered around the room. Then, you lie down, putting your digit inside your snatch.

-Is she eating it?-.

-Yes, she's eating it all.- She whispers: -Mmm, it looks so big. So... creamy. She has such a happy face on, you should see.-.

-Good Maddie.- You bite your lip to suppress a moan.

-K-Keep it going please.-.

-Of course. Mmm... she's been sucking it for several minutes now. It must be very tasty. And her mouth is really, really wide open to swallow all that juicy meat.- Mrs. Garcia's pants are getting heavier, exactly as yours, a sign that she's doing the same thing as you. Mrs. Garcia, the same woman who seemed not to notice the attentions of her pupils, if not exchanging them for something else more harmless and welcoming them with a joyful smile. You wonder, where will she be groping herself? Maybe she's fondling the delicious chocolate bags which are dangling from her chest. Or maybe she's sweeping the tick, brown rear which she always flaunts in class. Or maybe, maybe it's the secret box you've always wanted to see, and she's deflowering it sitting in the chair of one of her old students. A thick Latina woman, respectable by all points of view, called by your demure elder sister to have sex with her beloved husband.

You gasp, your pussy pulsing like an insect bite.

-And w-what about him? Has she treated him well?-.

-She's been very caring, yes. For example, right before you've called, she quenched his thirst with her own milk. He has sucked it like a baby.-.

You flick your nipples, imagining that it's them to be licked, and your husband doing it. Or your son. Oh, you would see his pleading face right in front of yours, as his mouth lovely disappears into the folds of your skin.

-Oh, I guess it's... oh yes, the filling is coming out! She's drinking it all... oh his face, you should see his face! Oh Jesus I think I'm...!!!- You hear the receiver drop and some screams in Spanish, you moan and let your phone slip on the pillow, and you prepare to finish your still trembling pussy.

-I...!!! Ugh, Tom I-AHH!!!~~~

Your body is shaking with convulsions as your vaginal fluid squirts on the couch. Your toes clench on the pillow, slowly releasing the grip as you calm down. Still panting, you collect your phone and put it back on your ear.

-Are you... anf... still there?-.

-Jess!- This time you recognize the voice immediately, and you're delighted.

-Hello sister. I heard you're having fun.-.

-Yeah, hubby dear is taking care of me. Right honey? I wanted to call you, but I didn't know if...-.

-No, no need to apologize. Just wanted to check on you.-.

-Something wrong?- She asks, knowing your tones well, perhaps even better than you. You bite your lips, then decide to spill it.

-It's just... well, someone is making some fuss here.-.

-...I get it. That bitch of Kim is throwing tantrums as usual, uh?-.

-Maddison!- You exclaim faking shock. Your sister would never talk about her like that, but you know that she's just teasing you.

-It's my daughter we're talking about! But yeah, she's bitching all over. However, I was talking about Tina this time.-.

-Tina? Oh my!-.

-She's having... doubts, I guess? I mean, I don't think she's regretting her choice, she's just confused.- You sit again, scratching your head: -Actually, Kim is going through a bad time too. And Tom, well, you know. I'm not sure what to do.-.

-I see. Well, don't worry Jess!- She tries to cheer you up: -I had my doubts too at the beginning, I just needed for someone that I loved to show me the way. To make me feel what I was obtaining, not what I was losing. Listen here, I have a suggestion...-.

You descend the stairs, finding both your sister and your brother already here. You feel a bit better now. Your mother has called the three of you out of your rooms, but you had to clean it a bit before. Kim is texting on her phone, visibly bored by this hindrance, while Tom is nervous as he has been for days now. Your heart has a little skip, but you play it cool and sit between the two of them.

-Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience.- Your mom starts talking, flashing a sincere smile that at least comforts you a bit.

-I have good news for you: we're going...- Her keeps you in suspense a bit and then spreads her arms: -...on vacation!-.

-What?- You three reply together.

Seeing that she's just smiling and winking, Kim lowers her device and grumbles: -Like, now? And what about school?-.

-Don't worry, it's just a week. And, I'll help you in case, even at the cost of bypassing some rules.-.

Kim stares at her astonished, and you're too: is she implying that you can use your powers to catch up?

-Look, I know that it seems sudden. But so many things have changed, and it's good that they did; but maybe we need some worry-free time together to arrange our new balance. I've already talked to your father about it, we can leave tomorrow morning. So, what do you think?-.

A vacation? That is, well, uh... a vacation?

-You know what? Fine.- Kim states: -It's not that those dumb cops will get anything on my car. I'm on it.-.

You're pretty surprised, you didn't expect her to be so "enthusiastic" about that. Well, you can't be outdone right? Besides, thinking about it, it prospects great to spend all that time alone with your family, somewhere out of the way or anywhere else!

-That's an awesome idea Mom!- You thus light up: -Brother, you're in right?-.

Tom has not spoken a word yet, and now has everyone's eyes on himself.

-It's, it's a bit unexpected...-.

-Oh please brother please!- You hang on his arm and give him puppy eyes: -We'll have so much fun I promise!-.

Mom makes her motherly look and Kim, well, she's back to her business. However, he finally nods. You hug him tightly, again encountering a certain embarrassment.

"Mmm, some broad shoulders!".

-That's settled then: the Harris go on holiday!- Your mom ascertains.

-Yay!!! But... where do we go?-.