Ever get caught fucking somebody? Or, to be accurate, trying to fuck somebody. I did and the consequences were certainly a major revelation.
I'd been dating Sheila Anderson through most of our senior year at high school and although I'd managed to finger-fuck her a few times, she had drawn the line there. Much to the agonizing frustrations of my eighteen-year-old libido. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but Sheila was such a fox, I wanted her in the worst way. Enough to keep trying even after graduation.
It was the last week of summer and soon she would be flying off to some college back East. Her father was off on some kind of business trip and her mother was suppose to be at some local women's club meeting. So Sheila and I were alone in her huge mansion of a home and I had managed to get her all hot and crazy on the living room sofa.
Hot enough to have her blouse, skirt and bra off and in a heap on the rug. I was sucking on one of her beautiful tits when I heard footsteps behind us and then Sheila's gasp of surprise. Oh shit, my mind raced, who was it?
Sheila pushed me off and clutched her firm, ripe mammaries as she squealed, "MOM!"
Sure enough, not ten feet away, hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger, was Mrs. Anderson. And me with a salami sized boner sticking out of pants like some kind of pet snake.
"Of all the disgusting, degrading things I have ever seen!" she ranted. "My own daughter, a cheap little slut!"
"Aw, come on, Mom, it's not..."
"Don't you back talk me, young lady. Get up to your room and stay there until I decide what to do about this."
"But Mom..."
"Now!" She stamped her foot and pointed to the door to add emphasis the order. Sheila started to cry as she raced past her mother and out of the room. The sounds of her footsteps were heard going up the long flight of stairs and then a along the second floor landing until finally there was the very loud slamming of her bedroom door.
As this was happening, I was frantically attempting to stuff my erection back into my pants.
"Leave that thing alone," Mrs. Anderson yelled.
"Huh?"
"You heard me, Tommy Davis! Stop fiddling with your cock and sit still."
"Er...yes, Mrs. Anderson." I put my hands down and tried to relax. Wondering why it was whenever you wanted a hard-on, it was sometimes a chore while when you didn't, the damn thing just pops up, bigger and harder than ever. Which is exactly what mine seemed to be doing at the time. I don't know, maybe it was a nervous reaction. Anyhow, Mrs. Anderson didn't seem bothered by it in the least.
"You were going to screw my daughter, weren't you?"
"Look, Mrs. Anderson, Sheila and I love..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't try that on me. I'm not one of your silly, bubble headed school girls."
She was certainly right on that count. Mrs. Anderson was a woman in every sense of the word. Somewhere in her middle forties, she was still a knock-out. Hell, even standing there ragging on me, I couldn't help but notice how good she looked. A brunette of average height, like Sheila she had a great body. But hers was much better developed. Dressed sexily in white pumps and white stockings that showed off her long, dancer's legs. She wore a dark blue skirt with a matching blouse of a lighter hue. The shirt was unbuttoned to the top of her bosom and it did little to hide her amble charms in that department. The woman was stacked.
She was also beautiful. Her face was chiselled perfection, with full red lips and dark brown eyes. A gold wrist bracelet and matching loop earrings the only jewelry she wore. She didn't need any more.
It was weird how all of a sudden I began taking notice of her like that. She must have sensed it because half way through her speech, she stammered and her eyes fixed on my naked prick waving in the air.
"No," she gasped, trying to regain control of the situation. "I will not allow you to hurt my baby."
"I wasn't going to hurt her," I fired back. "I was going to make her feel good."
"Oh, and you're that sure of yourself, young man?"
"I ain't had no complaints so far."
"I see." She stumbled again. "Well, you have to understand. I just want to do what's right by my daughter.
"I mean, it's not easy knowing if she's doing the right thing or not."
She started to pace back and forth in front of me purposely avoiding making any further eye contact. Now I was looking at her body, realizing how sexy she was and beginning to wonder what she would look like under all those fancy clothes. She had wrapped her arms around herself and was rubbing them anxiously as she talked.
