Mommy Detective: Who Came On The Carpet?
My busty wife, Alice, considers herself something of an amateur detective. She maintains a keen watch over everything that goes on in our house and makes sure our two sons, Nick and Edward, behave themselves. She is not only intelligent, but beautiful, with a gorgeous face and great body, especially for her age. She has solved little mysteries before and can often tell if someone is lying.
I never doubted my wife's abilities. She could always find a missing sock or guess what she would be given as a birthday present by a distant relative. This was always impressive to experience firsthand but it was only when she solved the Mystery of The Cum on the Carpet that I realized my wife was a genuinely gifted detective.
Here is what happened...
One morning I woke up and went downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee. The birds were chirping in the honeysuckle outside the windows and I was looking forward to a nice relaxing morning. As fate would have it, the universe had its own designs and as soon as the kettle started singing, Alice called me into the living room and I could see she was boiling too.
"Look here," she scowled, "there is cum on the carpet!"
She pointed at a large dark blob on the newly laid carpet. Our pristine fluffy white carpet had most certainly been despoiled by something. There was a perfectly round stain of some sticky substance there on the shag right in front of the sofa. Alice bent down to take a closer look and I admired her ass in the pale morning light, filtering in gently through the living room windows.
Pressing her delicate fingers into the damp patch, she brought them to her nose, and took a whiff.
"Definitely cum," she remarked.
I wasn't going to test for myself and took her word for it.
"Must have been one of the boys," I said.
She looked at me suspiciously.
"Not necessarily. We'll have to call a family meeting to get to the bottom of this."
Alice had that look in her eye she gets when she has another mystery to solve. Resolute calm with hints of curiosity, and steely determination. It seemed intrigue had quickly overtaken her anger.
It wasn't just Alice and me in the house. Our two sons, Nick and Eddie, both in their twenties, were staying with us and they both had their girlfriends over for the weekend too. Nick was dating a hot little blonde named Jaime. She was skinny but had some ass and a pretty face. Edward was dating a girl named Madison. A curvy, slutty looking brunette, with nice tits and green 'fuck me' eyes.
As usual, I followed my wife's instructions and called everyone downstairs for a family meeting. Soon enough, everyone was assembled in the living room. Nick and Jaimie sat on one sofa. They were both still in their pajamas and I could see Jaimie's nipples sticking out through the thin fabric of her top. Ed and Madison occupied the other couch. Madison, the minx, was wearing nothing but a t-shirt.
As soon as everyone was settled in, my wife, Alice, got straight to business and demanded to know who had cum on the carpet. She emphasized that whoever it was should own up immediately and she promised she wouldn't get angry. Nobody came forward.
"What happened?" asked own eldest son, Nick.
I wondered if he was the guilty party and just playing dumb so he wouldn't be suspected.
"Well, I came downstairs this morning and found this cum-stain on the carpet and it was not here last night so it must have been one of you," said Alice.
She cast a glance around the room. Everyone looked a little nervous.
"I saw Eddie in the living room last night when I came downstairs to get a cup of water," blurted Nick's girlfriend, Jaimie, pointing an accusatory finger at her boyfriend's younger brother.
Eddie was sitting on the sofa with his girlfriend Madison. Until this point he had remained perfectly quiet, perhaps fearing this information would come to light and the blame would be laid at his door.
"Is this true, Edward?" asked my wife, Alice, the Mommy Detective.
"I swear it wasn't me!" Ed protested.
"Were you or were you not downstairs last night? It's a simple question."
Eddie took a moment to reflect on how to proceed. If Jaimie had seen him then he couldn't pretend he hadn't been in the living room, when everyone else was in bed.
"It's true, I was in the living room, but I was watching football highlights. I swear, that is not my semen on the carpet!"
My wife was not convinced.
"Well, you are the prime suspect because we have a witness who saw you here last. But something doesn't seem right about this mystery to me so I think we need to undertake a little experiment."
Everyone was curious to hear what the Mommy Detective would have to say next.
"We need to test how much semen each of you boys produce and test whether it matches the size of the semen stain on the carpet. That's the only way to know for sure who the guilty party is."
Everyone agreed that this would help solve the mystery but they could not have foreseen how my wife intended to go about it. Alice instructed her sons to remove their pants. Their girlfriends were shocked to see them obey their mother's demand. Eddie and Nick soon had their trousers around their skinny ankles while their mother removed her own clothing to give them some stimulation while she stroked them off.
Placing a hand on each dick, she began caressing her own sons' cocks and the boys did their best to act like they were not enjoying themselves with their girlfriends watching. Nevertheless, they were soon moaning with pleasure as their perverted mother stroked their naked cocks. Eddie was slightly longer and thicker than his older brother, but Nick's dick was perfectly shaped like a phallus from a Greek statue, and I could see my wife practically salivating over her eldest son's engorged manhood as she gently caressed his penis.
Madison and Jaimie did not say a word and I could see them clenching their thighs together as they became aroused from the sight of their boyfriends receiving a sensual hand job from their gorgeous naked mother. My wife was kneeling before our sons on the carpet near to the offending stain and if she had bent over a little further, I could have gotten a good view of her undoubtable soaked pussy from the armchair I occupied on the opposite side of the room.