As Mrs. Tubs walked out the doorway, "Ok, you kids play nice now you hear me?"
If you are enjoying this this little tale the next part covers it from Stella's mother's viewpoint.
Stella part 2
I caught my daughter and her boy friend
Hi, my name is Annie Tubs and I have to tell you about catching my daughter and her boyfriend one afternoon. I had some unused PTO that I would lose if not taken, so one afternoon I left work early. It was a great idea. I had so much fun. My daughter, Stella, is kind of uptight. She is such a bright student, mostly A's with a rare B sprinkled in. But in spite of being smart she sometimes shows a lack of common sense.
When I got home a strange car was parked at the curb. So being a natural sneak I was careful opening and closing the door. I could hear the TV from the doorway and figured nothing was going on after all. Was I ever wrong? Some guy I had never met was on the couch with no shirt or pants or shorts on. Sitting next to him was Stella with one hand giving him a hand job. The strange part was she appeared to be totally wrapped up in the soap opera that was on the tube.
In my commanding mother voice I shouted asking what was going on. Stella almost knocked me over running out of the room and her friend fell off the couch. He was on his back and trying to get up so I put a foot on his belly to hold him down. His stomach had a bunch of white clumps all over it. He must have just been coming. I thought it was kind of funny, what had been a very nice looking boner was now just a little wiener. As he tried to get up I told him to stay right where he was, "Don't move worm." His eyes were big and he just lay there. I have no idea what he might be thinking but I would be willing to bet he was scared.
I hollered for my missing daughter to get her ass back in the family room. I threatened to do her boyfriend bodily harm. That did the trick. She walked back into the room with her head hanging down like she does when she knows she is in trouble. Even at twenty years old she still acts the same she did as a little girl.
Right off the bat she was trying to tell me it was his entire fault. Telling me that he used the blue balls story and that all she did was to give him relief. When I asked what he did to her she insisted that it was a one way street. I thought that she was being taken advantage of and when I started to attack him Stella came to his rescue telling me that he has tried to do stuff to her but she didn't allow it.
If I remember right my response was something like, "Why the hell don't you let him? Are you planning to be a virgin all your life? For cripes sake they are not going to break if he touches your precious tits or pussy."
I let him off the floor and told him to sit his ass on the couch. I may have said "sorry ass." He wasted no time in following my orders. When I asked who the hell was he I got the whole thing, Mr. Timothy C. Dickworth Jr. What a silly name. Somebody must hate him.
I made a decision that my daughter was acting like a fool. She had this handsome young man right here and wasn't getting what she should be getting. In spite of her thinking that she shouldn't be letting him touch certain places she was, in my opinion, wrong. Being the mother I was going to change her mind.
First I had to find out her level of experience. It turns out that she did enjoy bringing herself pleasure. A dildo and a vibrator were available and used, sometimes. That was all I needed to know.
I insisted she strip down and when she did I had to pull her arms away so she couldn't hide her little tits or hairy crotch. I'm going to have to teach her about trimming the forest.
Then it was Mr. Timothy C. Dickworth Jr. He still had his socks on so I made him finish undressing. So now I had two naked kids under my control. Mr. Dickworth was scared to death of me and would do anything I wanted. Stella had kind of relaxed at least enough that I could let go of her arms and she didn't try to cover up again. Maybe the sight of Mr. Dickworth and his hard cock sticking up made her forget. The ability of youth to get those endless erections, how I wish hubby was able to get it up more than one time a night.
It was time to up the game so to speak. I made Stella knell at his feet and return to the hand job I had interrupted. When I told her to kiss him she tried to stand and I made her kiss him on the tip of his cock. She tried to resist telling me she had never given him oral sex.
It was time she did. I had her sucking him just like that. It was plain to see she wasn't very good at it so I told her to watch how it should be done. In short order I knew he was seconds away from an explosion. I didn't want that so I pulled away. It was time to get Stella some experience that didn't involve a piece of silicone or a machine.
Making her lay on the couch with her legs open was not easy. She wanted to cover up but I insisted she let him see her, all of her.
I asked Mr. Dickworth if he understood what was required of him. He indicated he was knew what it was about. I watched as he caressed Stella's leg. She looked scared tightened up as his hand moved close and then touched her pussy lips. When she tried to close her legs I stopped her and insisted that she let him touch her.
I asked him if she was ready. He slipped a finger up and he told me she was wet. "Then finger her Mr. Dickworth. Let her feel the difference between a finger and a dildo." He did know what he was doing. In just moments she was lifting her hips so he could touch her better.
This was the time. I pushed his head down and he was licking and sucking at her pussy. At first she didn't want it to happen. But it wasn't long and she was moaning and crying and asking for more.
I was reluctant but it was time to leave and let them continue on and find their way forward. I warned Mr. Dickworth he had better not fuck my Stella. Or I would make him suffer. Stella between her panting and moaning promised to finish the blow job. So as I walked out the door my parting shot was, "Ok, you kids play nice now you hear me?"
Part 3 attempts to tell Stella's side of the story.
Stella part 3
Caught by my mother
Timmy and I were sitting on the couch. I was watching my favorite show and idly masturbating him. He likes it when I'm doing that to him. He gave me some lies about how men have to have an orgasm almost every day or else they have a medical problem with blocked ducts and swollen testicles. I know better, my older married sister told me that men can go for days without an orgasm without any ill effects and I believe her. Think about all the men that are in places that make it impossible to get the relief.
Anyway he had removed his shirt and pants and undies. His erection was standing up and I was slowly masturbating him. I was doing it just because I enjoyed doing it. I would go real slow and softly until I could hear his breath getting harsher. There is some strange satisfaction ignoring him while rubbing him like I do. I sit and watch my show on the TV and just keep rubbing. I know he's watching my hand, I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
He was getting close and I had started to move my hand faster when all of a sudden my mother was screaming and I was running. I don't know why I ran. It was instinct maybe, self-preservation, the urge to get out of the danger zone. As I was going around the corner I could see Timmy falling.
I knew hiding wasn't a possible, so when mother was hollering for me to come back I had no choice. I mean there was no way I could avoid her for the rest of my life, could I? As I walked back there was Timmy on his back and what had been a large erection was now a very small penis. Mother had one foot on his stomach holding him down. The heel of her high heel shoe was pressing down and making an indentation on his stomach just a few inches from that little penis and some wet spots. He looked scared and pathetic.
I was babbling about how it was his entire fault and I was doing it to make him happy. When she asked me if he made me happy I told her that I didn't allow him to touch me anywhere that wasn't proper. Something about my being over protective of my breasts and vagina made her upset.
Mother told Timmy to sit on the couch. He looked relieved when she lifted her foot of his stomach but still scared. She demanded his name and in a rush he spilled out his complete name. He was babbling even worse than I had earlier.
She instructed Timmy that he was going to do whatever she wanted. The coward agreed. Then she turned to me demanding to know if I masturbated. I refused to answer, some things are private. When she started to boil over I confessed to having a vibrator and a silicone penis that I used on occasion. I didn't tell her it was an almost nightly occasion.
I was shocked when mother insisted I disrobe right there in front of Timmy. Timmy had to take off his socks. Even though he is kind of thin he does have nice muscles.
She started to insult him saying he looked to be not very smart. Timmy spoke right up and tried to tell that he was studying a very difficult subject. She didn't listen which made me a little disappointed. He even corrected her when she mispronounced his name. Made me a little proud until I remembered I was standing there with no clothes on and trying to cover those private areas. Then mother pulled my arms away and everything was exposed.
