Caught!

As you lay there in the afterglow of your orgasms, you feel a strange attraction to the nerd. You run your hands across his back. He’s not muscular, but wiry. Almost a swimmer’s build, though you're pretty sure he can't swim.

“You know, Tommy,” you whisper, still a little breathless, "you have a lot of potential to be a ladykiller.”

You turn your head and kiss him on his neck, just below his left ear.

He raises his head and asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean I don’t think it would take much for you to get some muscle tone.” You pull his head down for a quick kiss. “Just imagine all the girls you’d get? A little swimming, a little jogging. Some light weight lifting. All it’ll take is for one popular girl…”

He grins, and raises his eyebrow, “Aren’t you popular?”

He stares into your eyes, like a puppy looking for love.

You smile at him, for some reason blushing, “Well, yeah.”

Suddenly Tommy’s bedroom door swings open. Mrs. Cleft stalks into the room as the door slams into the wall. She stops short of the bed.

“Joy! I asked you to give him his food! Food! Not YOU!”

You gasp at her anger, “Oh! I’m…it…it just happened!”

Your eyes water up as you attempt to cute your way out of any trouble.

“Mom! It’s not her fault!” Tommy exclaims. You jerk your head to his face. Was the nerd trying to cover for you? For some reason, the thought of him defending you makes your nipples harden again.

Mrs. Cleft stands there, anger on her face, but also something else…perhaps pride? Was she glad her son was defending Joy? “Both of you get cleaned up, and meet me down stairs. Within a half hour.”

You keep your eyes on Tommy as Mrs. Cleft leaves the room, your face with an astonished look on it.

Twenty five minutes later, and freshly scrubbed from a quick shower, you walk nervously down the stairs wearing your own clothes again. Your pussy still squishes a bit from Tommy’s seed. You find the feeling highly satisfying. Arousing almost.

Getting to the bottom of the stairs you see Tommy and his mother sitting in the kitchen. With a quick deep breath to calm your nerves, and horniness, you walk into the kitchen.

Mrs. Cleft turns her head to look at you. Tommy sitting across from his mother smiles at you.

“Tommy told me everything, Joy.”

Uh oh…it’s panic time, you think to yourself.

Suddenly Mrs. Cleft also smiles at you and says, “I didn’t even know you two were dating! I always wondered why he never had a girlfriend.”

You blink, while Tommy motions with his hands. You blink again as you realize he’s telling you to play along.

“Oh…yeah. We…We wanted to tell you, but…well you’re really religious, and I didn’t want you think I’d, you know, corrupted Tommy.”

Holy shit! You think to yourself.

In order to keep with the act you walk over and sit beside Tommy. You take his hand in yours and you give him the most loving smile you could muster in your confusion.

“Oh, Joy. I know how it is to be young. I was once too, you know," Mrs. Cleft sighs, remembering her youth for a second, then shakes herself out of the reverie. “I know hormones can be too much to take at times. Rash decisions and all that. But, seriously, I would like you to use condoms from now on, please?”

Tommy blinks, “Aren’t contraceptives against the Church?”

“Yes, but we can’t have you ruining your futures with an unplanned baby. Which brings me to this mornings escapade. Joy, what happens if you get pregnant?”

You stare at your ‘boyfriend’s’ mother for a second, unable to answer. Until now you hadn’t actually thought about it too much, but now…

”I…I don’t know…,” you finally answer.

Suddenly the feeling of Tommy’s cum in your pussy isn't so arousing. It is almost downright scary.

Tommy squeezes your hand, “If it happens we’ll deal with it then. Together, right Joy?”

You look back at Tommy, and give him another loving smile. This time, you realize, it wasn’t totally faked. You stare into his caring eyes. Your assessment earlier was right, given the proper work out regimen, he could definitely be a ladykiller.

“Okay, but be careful. Now Tommy, did you fake that fever last night?” His mother asks.