It's Just A Book - Take A Look

We sat in the living room kissing, with my mother at the sewing machine. I could see her shadow cast on the wall in front of the stairway. He already had my bra undone and pinched my nipples underneath my shirt.

“Mmmm,” I let out a soft moan as he lifted my shirt, taking my nipple between his teeth and flicking his tongue quickly across it. Jolts of pain and pleasure ran through my body down between my legs, making my juices flow.

I wanted to feel him. However I was still living at home with my parents.

“Shhh!” He whispered and pointed towards the kitchen. I was glad I wore a skirt for easy access as he wore jogging pants.

I felt his tongue circle my nipple as I slid my hand in his pants and grabbed his hardened dick. I stroked his thick shaft in my hand as he returned his mouth to mine. He slipped in his tongue and I sucked it as if I would suck his dick.

“Aaaaaaahhh.” he moaned loudly. I gave him a wild look of ‘why?’.

We didn't need another challenge.

“Kerri, what did you do to Matthew that had him yelling?” My mother yells from the kitchen but she doesn’t leave the machine.

“Nothing!” I yelled back looking at him, still stroking his dick. His mouth opened and his eyes rolled back as I dripped spit on his dick for lubrication.

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” She replied. I hoped she didn’t come to check.

“She pinched me, that’s all.” He stuttered as I stroked him faster. I leaned down and popped the head of his dick between my lips, taking him in slowly. He placed his hand on the back of my head.

“You sure?” she yelled back.

“Y...yy…yyyyess!” He shouted quickly. My mother laughed at his response.

“Kerri, be nice to my Matthew.” she said as still pressed on the foot lever, still sewing.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, sucking him profusely in my mouth. “Mmmmhmmm.” I hummed loudly on his dick, replying to my mother.

“Ah…ah…ah…” He panted. I quickly stopped and looked at him. The look in his eye was wild. He wanted to fuck me and fuck me hard. I wanted the same.

“Stand up.” He softly said. I stood up off of the couch in front of him. He stood up and turned me towards the entrance to the living room. I could see my mother’s shadow, still at the sewing machine in the kitchen.

Christmas music was blaring from the television as the Christmas special was on the channel. Mother had another television in the kitchen tuned into the same channel. The lights of the Christmas tree lit up the living room with a soft multicolor glow that spread across the walls, casting our shadow on the wall directly across from it.

We would be caught, if Mother were to leave the kitchen as it only took about 5 steps from the kitchen to the living room and we would be caught in the act. We had to be quick and coordinated.

Matthew stood behind me and raised my skirt and lowered my underwear. My heartbeat quickened as I anticipated his entry into my pleasure pocket. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. He wasn’t my boyfriend, he was just a friend who I loved to fuck. Which is why I needed my own place.

I felt him spread my legs and kneel behind me. I leaned forward as he buried his face and licked my pussy from behind. My mouth instantly opened and I held my moan as he sucked my nectar. His tongue moved in and out my pussy, as he flicked my clit with his fingers. I covered my mouth trying to hold in my moan.

Matthew stood up as quickly as he ended and replaced his tongue with his thick dick as he thrusted deep inside me. My satin lips spread and wrapped around his hardened shaft.

“Aaaa,” We both moaned softly as I leaned back against him. I held my mouth open as he held me close to him.

He pumped slowly and deeply inside my secret garden, wave upon wave of ecstasy filled my body upon each entry as his tip would hit my g-spot. I grinded my ass back against him, pushing him deeper inside me.

Suddenly, my mother stopped sewing. I could hear the sounds of the machine stopping as I watched her shadow cast on the wall. She stood up, my heart started pounding as Matthew was still fucking me so good!

She stepped back from the machine, and went the other way towards the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator open and then a sudden click of a soda can opening. She was just getting something to drink as she returned to the sewing machine and began again. That was close and exciting. I didn’t want Matthew to stop, but I didn’t want to get caught fucking in my parents house either.

As the machine started again, Matthew thrust himself deeper and faster inside me. My body shook as I was getting closer to climax. I leaned back again as Matthew held my breasts in both hands, twisting my nipples while I held onto his legs behind me.

“Fuck me!” I whispered. Matthew leaned forward close to my ear.

“Come on my dick, give it to me Kerri!” he whispered in my ear. He sucked my ear lobe between his lips and nibbled a bit. My mouth opened as he fucked me faster making a soft popping sound between us as our bodies collided.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I needed to be released. The more he fucked me from behind, the harder his dick felt inside me. I could feel my walls wrapping tightly around his shaft as I was nearing completion.

“Give it to me, Kerri. Come with me baby, let me fill you and come on my dick!” He said as he bit my neck, opening my flood gates as I had reached my orgasm.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh!” I loudly moaned. I couldn’t hold it, my body shuddered and my knees grew shaky as Matthew rammed me until he shot his load.

“Matthew pinched you back, huh?” Mother yelled from the kitchen.

“YES!” Matthew yelled as he shot his seed deep inside me. I felt his warm liquid mix with my juices while he pulsated between my velvet walls.

“Good for you, Matt.” she responded, clueless and still sewing.

We stood riding the pleasure wave together as we bucked in slow motion to release every bit of cum we had. Involuntary convulsions filled my body as we came hard and quick. Matthew slowly pulled himself from me; I grabbed tissues from the box on the table and wiped myself clean while Matthew did the same. I pulled up my underwear, adjusted my skirt and sat down on the couch.

Matthew adjusted himself in his pants and leaned over, placing a sweet kiss upon my lips. He caressed my face and smiled at me, making me think how it could be if we were together. My mother again stopped the sewing machine, this time getting up and coming into the living room. She looked at us, sitting close on the couch talking.

“You guys are so quiet, I thought you two had fallen asleep.”

“Nope, just watching television.”