Veronica, your mum

“Sweetie, are you ok in there?” you hear your mum call through the door. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, she can’t see me like this, but I can’t get it off my cock and I am not getting any softer” you inwardly freak. “Yea mum, I’m fine! I just forgot.. I ahhh… have homework to do today” you make up on the spot. “well hunni it sounded worse than that, let me come in so we don’t have to talk through the door” you mum responds. “NO!!” you basically shout at her, starting to sweat now not knowing what else to say or do. “John I’m coming in now so we can get to the bottom of this, I don’t like the way you are talking to me” says your mum sounding frustrated now.

You spin, realising time is up and grab for the first thing you find to cover yourself and end up with your bath towel in your hand. Quickly wrapping it around your waist, the Pringles tin looks laughably big under your towel and there is no way your mum will not see it. But hey its better than being caught with your cock caught in a Pringles tin right.