Kelly Interrupts

(Author's Note: No sex here. Just set up. Figured not EVERY chapter has to be about fucking.)

"What the FUCK!" You flinch hard as you hear Kelly's loud, angry voice behind you.

You reluctantly turn to face her. Kelly is fuming. Her **** glare is pointed squarely at you.

She looks down at your still hard dick in your hand. Though you've stopped stroking, you're still holding it.

"What in the name of all fuck are you DOING, you creepy, disgusting pervert?" Kelly says, moving closer to you.

"Kelly!" you say in a panic. "I-I, uh... I can explain!"

She moves up next to you and glances into the bathroom, seeing what you see. She gasps and looks horrified. "You absolutely disgusting, perverted, horrible little freak!" Her voice is practically in a fever pitch. You quickly reach over and shut mom's door. You're hopeful that the sound of the shower is able to drown out Kelly's cries from your mother's ears.

"K-Kelly, please!" You try, but are quickly interrupted.

"I don't want to fucking hear it!" she says. "God! First you refuse to leave my fucking room as I'm goddamn masturbating. Now I catch you in the middle of the fucking hallway with your dick in your fucking hand jerking your meat to YOUR OWN FUCKING MOTHER in the shower? Just what kind of a demented, sex-craved psychopath are you, you little creep?"

"Kells-"

"I SAID I don't want to FUCKING hear it, shithead!" She looks down and scoffs at your still hard dick somehow still in your hand. "Could you pull your fucking pants up already?"

You glance down and quickly do as she says, feeling embarrassed.

As you do, she shakes her head rubbing her face. "Seriously, John, what the fuck is the matter with you? Did you really think you could just jack off in the middle of the hall without getting caught? And to your own goddamn MOM? You should be ashamed of yourself." She grabs your hand and drags you down the hall toward her room.

"I am NOT letting Mom catch you out here," she says. "You're fucking lucky I don't tell her what you were doing my own damn self. If I wasn't sure she'd drop dead of a heart attack, I WOULD tell her."

Kelly has a good grip on your arm as she takes you to the living room. She pushes you until you sit on the sofa. She glares at you, still obviously pissed off.

"What the fuck am I going to do with you now?" Kelly says.

Well? What do you think Kelly's going to do with you?