Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In

... up?”

“Nothing,” he said, walking closer, “Bored as fuck. Woah. What the fuck, man?”

“What?”

“That,” he said, stopping in his tracks several feet from me and pointing at my crotch, “You got a fucking boner.”

“Shit,” I hissed, trying to adjust it, “Sorry. It’s my fucking sister.”

“Your sister?” He asked, shocked, “What the perverted fuck?”

I blurted that out without thinking and needed to do some damage control. “What? No,” I spat, “She brought a friend home with her for the holidays,” I lied.

“Is she hot?” My friend asked.

“She walked in on me in the shower last night and watched me dry off and get dressed,” I answered.

“But is she hot?” He repeated.

“Fucking smoking hot, man,” I confirmed.

“How old is she?” he begged, a huge grin on his face.

“I don’t know. Twenty-four or twenty-five, I guess,” I shrugged, my dick rigid again, “She jacked me off.”

“No way,” he laughed.

“I blew all over her,” I added, “Her face and tits. Everything. I’ve had a boner ever since.”

“Well, I can’t feel sorry for you,” he laughed, “I got one now. Twenty-four, huh?”

“Man, cover that thing up,” I said of the tent in his shorts, “Yeah, twenty-four or twenty-five I guess. My sister’s age.”

“You gotta let me come over, bud,” he begged. “I gotta get in on this.”

“Fuck you man,” I said, “I ain’t sharin’. Really, cover that up, it’s getting bigger.”

“You ain’t gotta share,” He goaded. “I’ll fuck your sister. You can have the friend to ...

... yourself.”

“Fuck you, asshole. You ain’t fucking Megan.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, “Your mom then. She’s a hot fucking milf too.”

“Fuck you. Go fuck your own mom,” I laughed.

“I’ve already fucked her,” he joked. “You lucky bastard.”

“I gotta go,” I waved. “See ya at school in a couple of weeks.”

“See ya, you lucky fuck.”

All of that time jogging to get rid of my persistent erection, and it didn’t work. Not only did I still have a raging boner, but I also gave my friend an erection. I tried thinking of my gramma, even my grampa, but nothing worked.

Sneaking in the front door, I skitted off to the bathroom for a cold shower. I hoped that would do the trick. It was only seventy-five degrees outside, so a cold shower was going to be doubly effective. Yeah, in Mississippi, seventy-five is pretty normal for a December day.

“Are you going to take a shower?” Mom asked after knocking on the door.

Already naked, I answered, “Yes ma’am.”

“I need to use the bathroom, Terry,” she called.

“I’m already undressed,” I answered, “Can’t you use your bathroom”

“Your dad backed it up again,” she squirmed, “It’s an emergency. Just wrap a towel around your ass and step out for a minute.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled under my breath, “I aught to walk out there naked and show her my woody,” I whispered, shaking my head, “I’ll be out in a second.”

Opening the linen cabinet, I found a towel and wrapped it around my waist. There was no way to hide the fact that I was fucking hard as ...