From the top of the stairs, Mike and Sam looked down into the living room which was as bright as the middle of the day with their parent's car in the driveway. Mike smoothed his T-shirt over his sweatpants and the telltale bulge in the front. The panic seemed to have given his cock a second wind and it probed the waistband of his pants like it was curious as to what was going on.
Outside, a door opened and immediately closed. Mike and Sam remained at the top of the stairs, waiting for the car to shut off and the second door to slam, but instead shadows jumped crazily across the living room as the car pulled back out of the driveway and a pair of high heels stabbed their way up the wooden stairs.
Samantha realized first and dashed back into her room, aware that she was wearing a T-shirt and nothing else. Mike stepped back into the darkness a moment later as the front door opened, and Sam's mother stepped through the door. She did not even pause as she crossed the living room and came immediately up the stairs. Mike quietly retreated into the safety of his room, but stealth wasn't necessary.
Katherine was wearing her "little black dress", sunglasses, and her date night jewelry. When she walked past Mike's room, she passed right by him but never turned to look at him. At first, he assumed it was her sunglasses that hid him from her, but as she moved past, he heard a tiny sniffle and noticed an unusual shine in her eyes, one that he shouldn't have been able to notice.
Leaning into the hallway to watch her enter her bedroom, Mike noticed her move the sunglasses at the last minute to wipe her eyes. As soon as Katherine's bedroom door closed, there was a flash of yellow at the end of the hallway when Sam's blonde head popped out of her room. She crossed the hallway on tiptoe in four steps, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet, and pressed herself into the dark corner with Mike.
"What's up with Mom?"
"I don't know. It kinda looked..."
"Like she was crying?"
Mike nodded, hearing movement inside their parents' bedroom and expecting Katherine to burst into the hallway to catch them hiding in his room. Reminded of how close they came to getting caught, Mike glanced over at Sam and was relieved to see her wearing her big fluffy bathrobe. No amount of quick thinking would have been able to explain why she was hiding bottomless in his room in the dark.
"What do you think happened?"
"I guess the date didn't go well."
Light suddenly flooded the upstairs hallway, exposing Mike and Sam huddled in the doorway of his room, no longer hidden by shadow. Sam hid her face as soon as her mother stepped into the hall, but Mike just pressed himself harder against the wall. Katherine was still wearing sunglasses, but she'd tucked her dress into her jeans and put on tennis shoes.
Her jewelry was gone. Mike noticed because the lack of it made her harder to see in the dark and her hair wasn't as bright a blonde as her daughters. She passed them by again without a twitch in their direction and exited through the front door. After a few moments, her car grumbled to life and backed down the drive, bathing the interior of the house in harsh, bright light before leaving it in darkness and silence.
Sam pressed against Mike in the darkness, warm terrycloth rubbing against him. She placed one hand on his thigh and breathed into his ear.
"When do you think she'll come back?"
"I don't," Mike stopped, forgetting his answer when Sam slipped a hand into his pocket and gripped the shaft of his dick through the thin cotton.
"I was thinking," she breathed as she began stroking Mike's cock through his sweatpants, "that maybe we could finish."
"We did finish," he said, choking down a moan.
"No, you finished."
Sam gave a slightly harder tug, gripping more tightly, sliding her fist to the tip, but moving at a torturously slow pace. She then leaned in and kissed him on his collarbone. At this, Mike's knees knocked together, and he slumped into the corner. He turned; mouth open to meet hers when she pushed his face away.
"You sure you don't want me to brush my teeth first?"
Mike didn't care at that moment but knew better than to say so. He just nodded, holding his breath until Sam took her hand out of his pocket. She then padded out of his room while letting her bathrobe slip off her shoulders and down to the floor.
Moonlight lit her bare skin up like a marble statue. Her golden hair hung to the center of her back, shimmering. Her ass switched playfully as she walked to her room and turned on the bathroom light. Looking over her shoulder, she called out to the shadowy corner where he was still hiding.
"Aren't you coming?"
Sam's bathroom was small, not much bigger than a closet with the tub, the toilet, and the sink all within arm's reach of one another. There was a fuzzy pink rug in the middle of the bathroom and Sam knelt on it before turning to place her hands on Mike's thighs. She stroked through the front of his sweatpants with the palm of one hand and looked up at him with a smile.
"Not quitting, are you?"
She didn't wait for an answer but just tugged his pants down and slipped his cock in her mouth. She gently caressed his balls with one hand while turning on the bathtub faucet with the other. Mike leaned back against the sink, groaning as Samantha rolled the tip of her tongue in circles around the head of his cock, teasing the underside.
Sliding his cock out her mouth with a loud, wet pop, Sam looked up at Mike and asked, "You're not gonna cum are you?" Her stopping and starting were getting to Mike and he couldn't keep the annoyance out of his voice when he said "No" with a pout.
It was a fair question though; they weren't using a condom before and things did...escalate quickly.
"Maybe we should,"
"Stop?" Sam breathed in her bratty 'gimme' voice with a dismissive chuckle. "We're way past that."
"No, maybe we should get a condom."
"You don't need one, moms had me on the pill since my first period."
"I..." Mike trailed off. He was going to say he didn't know, but why would he? He thought he was leaving it at that, but Sam continued.
"She doesn't trust me. Never has even though I was a virgin until senior year."
"I'm sorry," Mike said.
Sam kept smiling at him, gently stroking his cock with that bratty smirk of hers. The annoyance he felt when she made that face and used what he called her 'gimme' voice faded away as she placed the head of his cock in her mouth and softly wrapped her lips around it. The heat of her breath and her tongue wiped any thoughts about his stepmother out of his head. He groaned, arching his back slightly as Sam's tongue probed and searched the length of his cock.
"Umm mhm," Sam said sliding Mike's cock out of her mouth, glistening with saliva.
"You come too quick."
"That's not fair."
"I swallowed your cum," Sam said, rising to her feet and turning off the bathwater. "I get to decide what's fair."
Mike didn't have an answer to that and instead looked at Sam's ass as she grabbed a bar of soap and tossed it in the tub where it sank to the bottom. When she got in and went after it, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail and, placing the swirl of hair on top of her head, turned to Mike and told him to get out.
"What?"
"You need to get out of those clothes. I can't have you leaving anything in here."
Mike was about to complain, not wanting to leave the heat of the bathroom or the incredible view, but just made a face instead. This was a glimpse into the mind that had been avoiding getting into trouble for as long as he'd known her and right now, he was extremely receptive to the way that mind worked. As he shifted his weight off the sink to leave and go to his room.
