Waking Up At Wayne's - Sex Stories

Waking Up At Wayne's

... throbbed. I pushed in hard and held myself there as my cock erupted, pumping a huge load into her. Pulse after pulse emptied my balls, making my knees shake and my groin muscles squeeze as her legs squeezed me tight and her fingers dug into my shoulders.

The climax waned and her legs relaxed just as the last drops spurted out, and she pulled me down on top of her. We lay together, panting in a sweaty embrace, when the door opened.

“Oh my!”

I turned my head to see Margaret, Wayne’s mom, staring at us with wide eyes.

“Mom! Close the door,” Gwen hissed.

“You better get out of here and into your room before your father comes out here!”

The door closed, and Gwen began giggling. She kissed me and lowered her legs, allowing me to slip out and move off of her.

“Don’t worry, Mom’s cool. She won’t say anything.”

I dressed quickly and handed Gwen my shirt and her panties. She refused the panties.

“You keep them,” she insisted. “I’m keeping your shirt.”

She put it on and buttoned up a few buttons, giving me a sly grin.

“I’ll bring you a t-shirt in a minutes.”

She kissed me again.

“That was great. We’ll do it again before I leave.”

“Sure. You can come over to my apartment later,” I offered.

“I will. Now just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

She went the door and I sat on the couch, hoping Wayne and his dad didn’t know anything. The door opened ,and Gwen tossed me a shirt.

“They’re not up yet, just Mom,” she assured me. “See you ...

... later.”

I put my jeans and the shirt on and went to the bathroom to wash up a bit before venturing out into the kitchen. Margaret gave me the evil eye and gestured to a mug on the table.

“Have some coffee,” she growled.

“Thank you,” I replied sheepishly, taking a seat at the table.

She looked around and gave me a scowl.

“I… I’m sorry you saw that,” I apologized.

“So am I,” she snarled. “You’re damn lucky it wasn’t Jerry that opened that door. He still thinks those girls are innocent!”

“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking.”

She sighed and moved close, lifting up my chin and giving me a light slap on the cheek.

“You men never think. I know she came to you, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for that in this house.”

“I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not happen here again,” she scolded, tapping my cheek again. “Now drink your coffee before it’s cold.”

I sipped on the mug while Margaret began making breakfast, and Gwen joined us wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She stood beside Margaret, and they spoke quietly, for a moment, mumbling sternly. Gwen gave me a wink and began setting the table, and we were joined by April and Jerry. Wayne appeared a few minutes later, and, when breakfast was done, I made up an excuse to go home.

“Thanks for everything. I appreciate it.”

“Come by anytime,” Jerry offered. “Always good to see you.”

Wayne asked if I would be around later, and I saw Gwen smirking at me.

“Uh, no. I have some things to do, and I have to ...