"Drew? Drew, are you still there?" said Kyla through her closet door.
"Yeah," I said, trying to hide my exhaustion, while sitting in Kyla's bedroom closet, naked.
"Sorry I left the door open, I really thought I'd closed it! Look, I really want to continue where we left off, but I'm having some trouble with my Mom's computer, and everything is getting a bit messed up. We were supposed to have the place to ourselves, but Belle hasn't left for her party yet, and my Dad hasn't left to go bowling either, and to make it worse, my Mom has changed plans, she's having her friends over here tonight. Looks like we won't be alone after all, but if you're still up for it, and if we're really quiet, we can continue later?" she said hopefully.
"Absolutely honey," I replied.
"Great, I'll close the door, but be quiet, people are all over the halls here!" she said and left, letting the door audibly close.
So there I was, trying to salvage the night. What started out with a romantic evening with Kyla had turned into a mess. Her family hadn't left the house as early as she thought, and when her Dad knocked on the door, I was stuck hiding in the closet, naked and waiting for Kyla to return to finish what we started.
Things got worse when Kyla's sister Belle snuck in to sneak her sister's dildo, and when Kyla came back to tell me what was up, Belle jumped into the closet with me to hide. It didn't take long for her to take advantage of my predicament, and me by blowing me and riding my cock until she came twice.
I was caught between trying to figure out how I was going to explain this to Kyla or how I was going to keep this from her. I could instantly see the bad results that would ensue from either choice.
Let's face it. I was fucked. No pun intended.
Well there was no point dwelling on it so I peered through the keyhole on the closet door to see that no one was around, so I took a chance and stepped out. In the clear, I crept over to the bed and reached for my clothes hidden under the bed.
My hand closed over the bare carpet.
'Oh crap,' I thought. I couldn't find my clothes anywhere. They weren't under the bed.
I heard someone out in the hall so I jumped back into the closet in case it was someone other that Kyla or Belle. The sound faded down the stairs, then I heard some voices and the front door shut. I breathed a sigh of relief that at least there was one less person in the house.
As I stood silently in the closet, I became aware that I had to take a piss. I swore under my breath. This could not have happened at a worse time. I waited for the feeling to go away. It didn't, the feeling got worse. The more I waited the stronger I had to go.
Relenting to the call of nature I stealthily crept out of the closet and listened to the silence outside Kyla's door. I couldn't hear anything, so I opened her door and peaked down the hall. I saw no one, and the bathroom merely feet away was open and the lights were out. Things looked good. The house was full of silence.
I quietly slid my foot out into the hall rather than stepping, trying to distribute my weight more easily to keep the wood floor from creaking. So far so good, the house was new and rarely creaked, and my precaution was aiding my success.
I snuck into the bathroom and closed the door. I relieved myself and tried to quietly wash my hands. I turned on the tap to rinse, using the smallest stream of water as possible to avoid any noise.
With my hands clean I suddenly looked down at my cock. I didn't want to get it on with Kyla with Belle's dried juices on my dick. I leaned over to the sink closer and squirted a generous amount of soap into both hands. I lathered up my cock and balls, trying to get the thing as clean as I could. I didn't want any traces left. The trouble was that the soapy lather was stirring up my rod. It started to grow, and in no time was fully erect.
When I was squeaky clean I had to lift my foot up onto the counter to get my dick closer to the water to rinse.
Suddenly the door opened and Kyla's Mom stepped in. We both froze. She stood there staring at me holding the freshly cleaned towels she was obviously planning to put in the bathroom while I was standing there with one foot up on the counter, spreading my legs apart and showing off my huge soapy hard on.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. I just stayed there running all the trouble I had coming through my head. As she stood there her eyes traveled down my cut chest and abs and rested them on my cock that pulsed in fear.
Kyla's Mom stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. She turned to face me and crossed her arms. Here it comes, I thought.
"Okay whose are you, Kyla's or Belle's?" she asked.
"Kyla's," I said as I stepped off the counter and sat on the toilet seat.
"And what exactly were you doing here?" she asked.
"Kyla and I wanted to... get more intimate," I said.
"So you were planning to fuck my daughter is that it," she said.
Her language shocked me. I had never heard her talk this way before. I tried to tell her that we had never done it before, and that we were just exploring each other, and that no harm had been done.
"I don't want my daughter getting into any trouble young man. I don't want her making any of the mistakes I did. She's been doing so well so far and I'm not going to let some kid like you messing that up, got it"
"Yes Mam, I'll get out of here right now," I said, feeling like crap. This night, I could not win.
"Oh no you don't, you just sit right there while I talk to Kyla, I'm not done with you yet," she scolded, and then she left the room.
I could hear Kyla's Mom's angry footsteps out in the hall and the ensuing raised voices between Kyla and her. This night was getting worse and worse. I heard the argument grow and then I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and the slam of the front door.
The bathroom door opened again, and it was Kyla's Mom again. She waltzed in and closed the door behind her. Again she leaned against the counter with her arms folded in an authoritative way. She had short blond hair that seemed to accent her strong square jaw. Her crossed arms brought her, still firm at 40, breasts together, letting them peak out of the scant cleavage shown by her light sundress.
"Now what are we going to do with you?" she said.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Brown," I started to say, but she cut me off and ordered me to stand up. I stood expecting her to order me to leave; instead she looked down to my softening cock.
"You forgot to rinse," she said and to my utter shock, reached down and gripped my shaft. She pulled my by the rod to the sink and turned on the hot water. She stroked my cock up and down, and cradled my balls to make sure they were good and clean. He hands were so soft and slippery that my cock returned to its full mast again.
"Uh, Mrs. Brown? What are you doing?" I asked, not believing what was happening. 'What is with the women in this family,' I thought.
