I’d come hard before, plenty of times. But I’m not sure I’d actually seen my prick shoot such a large load and at such an incredible distance when I did. It was almost a world record for me, if I’d been keeping track, but it was wildly erotic to see the first several squirts of my own climax fly across my bedroom, nearly hitting the back of my chair next to my desk as I stood there.
“Fucking A!” I exclaimed as I looked down at the wet line that crossed the floor along with several large puddles that had pooled in several other places as well. I stood there weak kneed, still slowly stroking my cock, stripping it of the last traces of my spunk as I shook it, watching cum-spittle flying off everywhere. I could have cared less. It had felt too fucking good. Once I had collected myself however, I entered the bathroom, no longer trying to be quiet. It would be my announcement to the two of them I had gotten up. I grabbed a washcloth, wetting it, and then went back into my room to clean up.
**
By the time I actually entered the kitchen, everything appeared perfectly normal, just like always. I’d even glance hurriedly at the floor, but if Mila had made a mess as I imagined she had, it had already been taken care of, just as mine was.
Though both were wearing robes, they were properly done up. Mom was slicing some bagels, a tub of cream cheese sitting nearby. Mila had stood upon hearing my approach and was pouring me a cup of coffee as I entered.
“Morning honey, sleep well?” Mom asked once again using the demure tone of voice she’d always used whenever I was around. Her hot slutty naughty persona once again tucked away.
“Ok I guess,” I said, answering, though I glanced over at the table as I came in. A bowl of fruit sat in the middle of the table just like always, a few not quite ripe yet banana’s sitting directly on top. They were more green than yellow, a small correction to my memory banks making the adjustment. But worse, I felt my face flush a little as I stood there, finally glancing over towards Mila just as she turned holding out my freshly poured coffee towards me. She smiled.
“Good morning Kevin,” her eyes seemed to be digging into my soul, but I wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge anything to her yet one way or the other.
“Morning,” I answered simply while taking a seat.
Mom looked at me worriedly. “You ok honey?” She asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“It’s hot in my room,” I told her. Which it was. “Looks like it’s going to be another hot one today too,” I then added. “Thought I’d get the lawn mowed early before it gets any hotter.” I said that taking a sip from my cup, peering over the rim of it towards Mila as she sat down, looking back. She wasn’t giving anything away either, looking no different than she normally did as she sat there.
“That reminds me,” she said, turning towards my mother. “I was wondering if I could borrow Kevin for a little while this morning. I’m rearranging the spare bedroom and could really use Kevin’s help with the furniture, if he doesn’t mind helping me,” she asked once again, turning back around to look towards me. “Say, nine o’clock or thereabouts?” she asked. I almost burned myself as I took another sip of my hot coffee, sitting the cup down.
“Oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping you at all,” mom said, speaking for me. “Would you Kevin?”
“No…of course not,” I responded. “But I’d better get out and get the lawn mowed first then,” I said standing. “I’ll be over as soon as I’m finished.”
**
It was almost nine o’clock by the time I had finished mowing the lawn and put the mower away. Once I had, I walked through the gate separating the two yards and walked up to the back door, knocking. Once again my heart felt like it was going to pound through my chest as I stood there.
“Come in Kevin,” I heard Mila calling out towards me. I opened the screen door and stepped in, but she wasn’t in the kitchen area. “I’m in the living room,” she announced a second later, effectively leading me towards her. I left the kitchen stepping into the hallway, and then took a left into their living room. Sure enough she was there, dusting. But I noticed as she stood there reaching up above the curtains on tippy-toe the way she was dressed.
She wore a very short pair of white shorts that molded her perfect firm ass, a hint of her almost but not quite bare ass cheeks peeking out as she stretched. But even more revealing than that was the form fitting “wife-beater” she had on as they were often referred to. It looked in fact painted on as tight as it was, and it was obvious she didn’t have a bra beneath it. Her nipples stood out quite obviously pressing against the almost too thin material.
“You wanted me to help you move things?” I asked somewhat stupidly as I stood there staring at her. She ignored my question however.
“You were right, it really is going to be a hot one today isn’t it?” she said wiping her brow, “Though it was a pretty hot one last night too…wasn’t it?”
She was fishing. I knew it, and she knew it. But there it was. I was here on the pretense of helping her to move furniture, but I knew coming over that she’d gotten me here for the specific purpose of pinning me to the wall so to speak. I thought briefly of playing stupid, pretending I had no idea what she was talking about, but then decided on an entirely different approach, answering her back without giving away the farm. Not yet anyway.
“Yes…it was.”
I saw her smile. If we were indeed talking about the same thing, which neither one of us had yet alluded to, this could get fairly interesting. By the look in her eyes however, I then realized she was about to switch tactics. Obviously she had no intention of wasting any more time with this in that fashion.
“You know I didn’t ask you over here to help me move furniture,” she then stated.
“You didn’t?” I automatically responded, feigning surprise. I should have known better. She frowned, now looking serious.
“Sit down Kevin, you and I need to talk.” This time I didn’t play dumb, taking a seat. I could feel the perspiration on my forehead and reached up to wipe it away with the back of my hand. “Can I get you something to drink before we do?” she then asked, her features softening once again.
“Ah no thanks, thank you anyway,” I said more politely, now wishing she’d just get to the point and get this over with. If she was going to berate me for my being there, I was perfectly willing to accept it and give her whatever promises or guarantees that she needed in keeping my silence as to what I’d seen.
“Very well then, let’s get straight to the point here. You and I both know you were there in the room, watching us.” I didn’t answer that verbally, though I did nod my head. Once again she smiled, pleased to see I’d at the very least admitted to my being there.
“Were you shocked? Repulsed?” She paused only briefly. “Excited…horny by what you saw?” she pressed.
I felt my eyes widen, looking up towards her, trying to work up enough saliva in my mouth in order to speak. “Yeah, probably a bit of all of that,” I finally managed. “I ah…well, I didn’t expect to see that,” I said simply.
“No…I bet you didn’t,” Mila agreed. “But, you stayed there to watch didn’t you?” she then asked, adding to that. “Just how long were you there anyway? The whole time?”
“Pretty much I guess,” I freely admitted, going on to explain how that had all come about, including the incident with my girlfriend Jayleen, and my car running out of gas.
She sat next to me on the couch listening. “You know Kevin, it’s not polite to spy on people, regardless of what they’re doing. You might not agree with everything you saw, heard or watched. But we are all adults, and as long as we’re all consenting adults, as far as we’re all concerned, there’s nothing wrong with what we were doing. Do you agree with that?” She asked.
“I…I guess so,” I stammered, remembering back now, the images so clearly once again coming to mind as I sat there in the dark watching the six of them fuck one another.
“I’d really hate to have to tell your parents that I caught you spying on us,” she seemed to be scolding me, once again looking serious. “And I still haven’t decided that I shouldn’t tell them anyway. I’d hate to find out that you’d gone off blabbing to all your friends and buddies about what you’d seen. You know how much something like that could hurt your mother and father, not to mention the rest of us. What we do in the privacy of our own homes is our business Kevin, do you understand that? It’s not for anyone else to know, or spread the word about.”
I was scared now, truly worried. Fearful that she might in fact mention my being there to my parents. Dad would kill me, that would be bad enough. But the last thing I wanted to do was see my mother get hurt. And though I knew I could never again see them in quite the same light as before, I didn’t love them any less. It was just a new side of their private life I hadn’t known before, and needed to accept.
“What can I do to assure you of the fact I’ll never say anything?” I asked. That was apparently what Mila was waiting to hear, or something similar to it anyway. She sat back straightening, a small smile once again appearing on her face.
“You’re right Kevin, I do need some assurance from you,” she told me. “Something concrete, and not just your word, because it’s too soon for me to simply trust you in that,” she added, making me feel even worse.
“Whatever you want,” I told her. “Whatever you need me to do,” I assured her. “Just don’t tell my folks I saw any of that,” I spoke almost too softly. To my surprise, Mila reached over, hugging me towards her. I felt my head pressed against her soft breasts, confusion now racing through my mind as I sat there being held.
Moments later she released me, allowing me to sit up straight again, though she continued to hold my hands in hers as she sat next to me on the couch, facing me.
“What you saw were adults enjoying adult pleasures with one another…” she began. And you too are an adult now yourself,” she then added referring to my legal age. “And as such, I think it’s only appropriate that we handle this in an adult way, on the same level.”