Double Caught

Chapter 98 - Double Caught

May’s head moved in a slow, steady rhythm, her lips stretched tight and shiny around the thick girth of Mike’s cock. Every downward slide took him deeper into the hot, wet heat of her mouth, her throat working to take more of him; every upward pull left a long, glossy trail of spit shining along the shaft, strands stretching and breaking. The veins along his cock stood out harder, darker, with each heavy pulse of blood. He was throbbing inside her mouth, swelling thicker by the second, the head pressing against the soft roof of her mouth and the back of her tongue.

Mike’s fingers tangled deep in her hair, gripping the strands, guiding the pace without forcing it—just steady pressure on the back of her head as she bobbed. Heat coiled low and tight in his gut, rising fast, spreading through his balls and up the base of his cock.

“May—w-wait—”

She didn’t stop. Her mouth kept working him, soft and wet and relentless, lips sealed tight, tongue sliding along the underside with every pass. The pressure snapped. Mike’s hips jerked hard up off the bed as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth in heavy pulses. He held her head steady, fingers locked in her hair, keeping her there while he emptied himself. He kept thrusting through it—short, rough jerks of his hips—until he was completely drained, then collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving.

His cock slipped free with a wet, filthy pop. Cum immediately spilled from the corner of May’s lips in a thick white line. She coughed hard, hand flying up to her mouth as the rest of it dripped down her chin in sticky strands.

Mike pushed up onto his knees, both hands settling heavy on her shoulders. He leaned in for a kiss. May turned her face away.

“No, Mike. We should not go any further.”

May’s cheeks were flushed a deep red, but despite her embarrassment, she managed to keep her voice firm. When Mike’s hands slid down toward her waist, she gently caught his wrists and guided them away, making it clear that she wanted him to stop.

“That’s enough.” Her voice was quiet, yet resolute.

She released his wrists, her fingers lingering for a brief moment before falling to her sides. Unable to meet his gaze, she lowered her eyes, staring at the space between them as she struggled to find the right words.

“I don’t want to taint our relationship.” She paused, drawing a small, unsteady breath. “I… I want to look at you as my son, Mike.”

The last words came out more softly than the first, but she meant them.

Silence settled over the room. Mike watched her for a moment, hoping she might look up, but May kept her eyes lowered. Whatever she was feeling, she seemed determined to hold her ground.

Eventually, Mike looked away.

Without saying another word, he gathered his clothes and put them back on. His movements were quiet and restrained, each passing second making the silence between them feel heavier. Once he was dressed, he glanced at May one last time.

She still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Mike hesitated, then turned toward the door. He opened it and stepped into the hallway, leaving the uncomfortable silence behind him.

His foot hit something slick.

He slipped hard and went down on the hallway floor with a dull thud.

“Mike!” May rushed out, her nightgown still half-open. She dropped beside him, her eyes darting over his body as she reached for his arm. “Are you okay? Mike?”

“I’m fine.” He tried to push himself up, but the sudden movement made him wince.

May caught his arm and helped him to his feet. “What happened?”

He pointed at the wet patch on the floorboards. “It’s nothing. My leg just slipped.”

She glanced down at the floor, then back at him. Her grip on his arm tightened slightly. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He forced a small smile, hoping it would put an end to her worrying. “Really.”

May held his gaze for another moment, as if trying to decide whether to believe him. Whatever she saw in his face, she didn't press further. She let go of his arm, watching as he limped toward his room.

Mike kept his eyes ahead. He could feel her watching him, but he didn't turn around.

Behind him, May remained in the hallway for a few seconds. Then she stepped back into her room. The door closed slowly, leaving only a narrow gap before it met the frame.

The soft click of the lock reached him.

Mike stopped.

For a moment, he stood motionless, listening to the silence that followed. Then he turned and walked back to the spot where he had fallen, his limp forgotten as his attention settled on the wet patch.

He dropped to one knee and touched the thick, clear liquid with two fingers. He rubbed them together, studying its consistency before bringing them to his nose.

He knew exactly what it was.

The only question was why it was here.

Footsteps suddenly pounded up the stairs behind him.

Mike twisted around just in time to see Rem sprinting toward her room, her oversized T-shirt flapping around her bare thighs. She moved so quickly that the hem rode up for a split second, revealing the curve of her bare ass before she vanished through her doorway.

Mike stared after her, caught off guard by the sudden appearance. Then his attention drifted back to May’s door.

Something about the timing bothered him. Rem had come rushing upstairs just as he was examining the strange liquid on the floor. He glanced between the staircase and the closed door, trying to make sense of it all.

Then his gaze settled on the keyhole.

He hesitated. He knew he shouldn't look. Whatever was happening inside May's room wasn't his business, and the locked door made that painfully clear.

But the thick, clear liquid on the floor was still fresh in his mind. He had recognized it the moment he'd brought his fingers to his nose, and now the sight of Rem rushing away had left him with more questions than answers.

His curiosity won.

Mike leaned closer and peered through the keyhole.

Inside, May was on the bed, her nightgown pushed up as she touched herself with frantic intensity, her fingers moving between her legs. Her expression was tight with concentration, her movements hurried, as though she were trying to satisfy an urge she could no longer contain.

Mike jerked away from the door.

He landed hard on his ass, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. For several seconds, he could only stare at the wood in front of him, struggling to reconcile what he'd just witnessed with the woman who had rushed out to help him moments earlier.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze to the slick puddle on the floor.

Then he looked up the stairs toward Rem's room.

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