Kyle and Nicole Get Caught

Kyle looked down at Nicole's long dark hair, her head slowly gliding down the length of his long hard cock.

"Are you positive your mother won't come in here," he moaned, pulling the his last bit of clothing, a t-shirt, over the top of his head.

He felt his lust boiling over as her tongue and mouth coaxed him harder. Her mouth was so warm and inviting, so soft, he let his fingers run through her hair.

"Oh Nicki, that feels so good," he moaned, his hips gently thrusting towards her soft inviting mouth.

Kyle felt his loins slowly tighten. He knew there wasn't much time left. The warmth of her mouth surrounding him, pulling his seed closer and closer to explosion, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

"Oh my god mom," Nicki screamed, her mouth barely free from his lustful thrust.

Kyle shot his eyes open and was instantly greeted with the angry face of his girlfriend's mother. Whatever lust he had felt moments before quickly deflated into fear.

"What do you think you're doing," Jane Reed stepped closer to both of them and tossed a shirt to her daughter, still lying on the floor. "You, get dressed."

Kyle reached for his clothes, but was quickly stopped.

"Not you," Mrs. Reed gathered up his loose laundry. "No, you're going to call your mother to pick you up just like that."

"Mother," Nicole pulled the shirt over her head. "Please mother, we can explain."

Kyle held his hands over his shrinking manhood in an attempt to cover up some of his shame.

"Mom," Nicole pleaded, "it was only a blow job, it's not like it was sex or something."

Kyle shuddered. He had used those word with her moments before and look what happened.

"I suppose so," Mrs. Reed flipped back her shoulder length brown hair, "and next time it will be only sex. It all starts somewhere, but not here, not in my house."

"We're eighteen we can do what we want," Nicole countered passionately.

"You can move out, get a job, pay some bills," Mrs. Reed gathered the clothes and walked out the door, "or you can come with me while he calls his mother."

Kyle looked at Nicole and she just shrugged and followed her mother.

The walk down the hallway and into the living room was the longest of Kyle's life. The cool breezes running against his naked skin. His mind was completely devoid of thought, lustful or otherwise. The only thing he could think of was what he was going to say to his mother.

"Here you go," Mrs. Reed handed him her house phone.

Kyle pulled one hand away from his manhood and silently took the phone. Was a simple blow job deserving of this torture? He slowly started dialing.

"Mother," Kyle nearly whispered as his eyes scanned between Nicole and her mother. "I need a ride home from Nicki's."

Kyle felt the lump in his throat grow. Should he just tell her now and get it over with? Something held him back.

"No, nothings wrong," Kyle looked into Mrs. Reed's eyes, "I just need a ride."

He hung up and handed the phone to Mrs. Reed. He could see Nicole all over her. In her eyes, her lips and hair down to her hips. Everything except her breasts, Mrs. Reed's breasts were so heavy and full.

"You didn't tell her," Mrs. Reed took the phone and slid it into the cradle. "Why not?"

Kyle looked away and then at Nicole who was cowering in a chair in the corner. The look of fear covered her making him want to hold her and protect her.

"Can I sit down?" Kyle started to go towards an open chair.

"No," Mrs. Reed grabbed his hand firmly and held him back. "You're not sitting on my living room furniture naked."

So he stood there with both women staring at his discomfort, one out of pity and the other out of spite.

It felt like he waited for hours for the doorbell to ring, but he knew the drive over was only a couple of minutes.

"Aren't you going to get the door?" Mrs. Reed nodded towards the front of the house.

Kyle felt the blood rush from his face. He should have told her on the phone. Should have warned her about the crazy situation and now he was going to confront his mother, naked. The thoughts made his feet move like lead.

"Mother," he pulled the door opened using it to shield his naked body. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Kyle," she screamed! "Why on earth are you answering the door naked!"

Before he knew what had happened his mother burst through the door and slammed it shut.

He could see her eyes staring at him in bewilderment. Passing between his face and his nude body then back at Nicole and her mother.

"What is going on?" She looked at Mrs. Reed. "I would like some answers."

Kyle watched as she moved towards Mrs. Reed and began talking. It was the first time he noticed just how much they all looked alike, his mother, Mrs. Reed and Nicole.

"I walked in and found your son, undressed just like this, with his cock in my daughter's mouth," Mrs. Reed stood up and pointed at him. "Then they tried to tell me they were eighteen and they didn't care what I thought."

Kyle's heart sunk. He knew that was his mother's boiling point, she had made that clear many times before. This was only going to make it worse.

"Is that true," his mother turned around and glared at him. "You know how I feel about that. You will do what you're told as long as you live in my house."

Kyle tried to look away but could only find the eyes of Nicole or the eyes of her mother, or his. He wanted to crawl away.

"I think they need to be taught a lesson," Mrs. Reed finally broke the tense silence. "I think they need to learn who's boss. So I made him call you."

Kyle knew who was boss. He didn't need to be reminded. Ever since his father had left when he was just three his mother made it clear who was in charge and any time he pushed back there was always hell to pay.

"Thank you," his mother turned back to Mrs. Reed, "but I fear it won't be enough. He's done it before, he'll do it again. If only there was a way to fix that."

Kyle shuddered and searched for the loving eyes of Nicole but they were buried in her hands.

"I could teach him a lesson or two," Mrs. Reed laughed. "He's kind of cute."

Kyle felt his stomach lurch to his throat. He had thought of Nicole's mother that way a few times, but certainly didn't think the opposite and the thought disturbed him but also made his lust stir. He felt a gentle push from his shaft towards his hands and tried feverishly to think of something else.

"Would you like that Kyle," his mother turned to him, "Nicole's mother could teach you some lessons?"

Kyle shifted his hands but his erection was painfully evident behind his covering hands. His mind was screaming no, but his body was not listening, desire for release was overpowering him.

"By the looks of it I think he'd like that," his mother turned to Mrs. Reed.

They both laughed. Kyle looked around, first at Nicole who was avoiding him, and then at the two women. He was painfully aware of his erection but nothing he was doing was calming it down. He felt trapped.

"Tell me, what do you think of Mrs. Reed," his mother started moving around the room until she was behind him. "Do you think she's pretty?"

Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep swallow. He thought she was very pretty, but what would Nicole think if he said so? He felt the noose tighten. There was no good answer.

"I, well I think she looks a lot like you," Kyle stuttered, trying to find something diplomatic, even if it was true.

He felt his mother shifting closer and closer behind him, his discomfort growing, until he could feel her breathing on his neck.

"Would you like to see her breasts," she whispered into his ear. "Do you think they'd look just like mine too?"

Kyle felt his cock instantly shoot completely stiff. The feeling of his mother so close to his naked body was torment, feeling it so close while being so excited was excruciatingly painful. He looked to the floor without answering.

Jane didn't wait for an answer, but instead moved closer and closer to him, until he almost felt sandwiched and slowly pulled her shirt over her head revealing a white lace bra, her nipples evident and large.

"It's okay sweetie," Mrs. Reed fumbled behind her back and then dropped the bra to the floor in front of them. "Do you want to touch them? I don't mind."

Oh how Kyle wanted to touch them. To feel them in his hands and run his fingers around them, but not like this. Not tortured with his mother watching or his girlfriend crying, but still his cock shuddered and stiffened at her hips and his eyes drifted straight to her chest.

"Touch them honey," his mother whispered into his ear causing every hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

Kyle felt Mrs. Reed's fingers reach down and gently intertwine with his. His cock nearly exploding has her soft hands brushed against his lurching shaft before pulling him up to her chest.

"They're so big and soft," Kyle moaned before realizing he was even going to say anything.

They were big and soft. Kyle let his hands hold them and gently touch them. They were strangely so much different than Nicole's, almost like they weren't the same thing. Nicole was hard and barely noticeable, but her mother, her mother was large, heavy and intensely erotic.

He stared into her eyes and eerily saw Nicole looking back at him. It wasn't Nicole but her eyes were so similar, so striking it made him pause.

Mrs. Reed shifted, his hand never leaving her breasts, until she had slipped out of her pants. Kyle felt an intense heat in front of him, their nude bodies so close yet not touching.

"How does it feel to touch her big breasts honey," his mother whispered again, her body brushing against his back. "Do you like them?"

Kyle's body shook. He could feel his shaft brushing against Mrs. Reed's coarse pubic hair and it was driving him mad. Instead of searching for the comfort of Nicole's gaze he now fought horribly to avoid it. He didn't want her to see him like this and most of all didn't want to know if she did.

Mrs. Reed moved in closer so that her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, his cock worming against her belly. She looked up at him and parted her lips.

"Kiss me," Jane moaned.

Kyle fought the urge to greet her desire with his lips. The thought at once repugnant slowly became lustful. He gently leaned over and before he knew it his eyes were closed and their lips were gently exploring each other. The thought of kissing his girlfriend's mothers driving him both insane and to the brink of nirvana.

He let his hands drift across her back and down to to her butt. She wasn't much bigger than Nicole, he thought as his hands rubbed and massaged their way around her soft smooth skin, just more full.

At that moment he didn't care who he was with he was content to enjoy the pleasurable feeling of their lips, tongues and hands searching each others bodies.

"Are you still thinking of me," his mother's words echoed into his ears breaking his lustful silence.

The truth was he was thinking about Nicole, though he couldn't look at her. What was going to happen to them after this? How could he explain his body's eagerness for her mother even when his mind was saying no?

Then he felt her hands, on his back at first then drifting across his whole body. His body tensed and shook. The feelings of his mother's hands, combined with Jane's, drifting through all parts of his body so completely filling his senses he barely had time to think about the people he was with.

"That feels good," he moaned without thinking as he felt a hand slide between his legs and gently cup his balls.

"Who makes the rules in our house," his mother asked sternly and loudly enough to startle the room, her hand gently squeezing his testicles.

It hadn't occurred to Kyle that the only person who could have had her hands like that was his mother. Now that the realization set in and his shaft instantly drooped. He bit his lip and swallowed hard.

"You do," he looked into Jane's eyes embarrassed, the feeling of his mother's firm hold on his manhood sending shivers through to his very soul.

He was scared. Scared like a little boy who got caught doing something horrible. He shivered.

He could feel his seed heavy in his mother's grasp. What moments ago was welling to the surface just begging to be released was now painfully deep within him.

"What do you think Jane," he felt his mother's breath warm on his back as she slowly knelt behind him.

Kyle leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling unable to bear the situation. He could feel his mother kneeling at his backside, her hands clenching his testicles and gently rolling them like dice in her fingers. The constant touch, so demeaning from behind, making him feel so weak.

Then the thought of where she was. How she was seeing him and what she was seeing, it was agonizing. Kyle wanted more than anything for this to end. To go home to his bedroom and cry. How he'd wished it never started. He had learned his lesson and now he wanted to go.

"The poor boy looks tortured," Mrs. Reed's voice broke through his thoughts. "I think we've made our point."

His eyes snapped to Jane. She had moved a few feet away to a chair. Still naked, her breasts fell to either side and for the first time Kyle noticed how big they were. His eyes drifted lower, taking her whole beautiful body in.

Still, Kyle felt relieved that it was over. Then his mind raced to Nicole, it was far from over. He had almost forgotten she was in the room, but he still couldn't look at her. He couldn't take the shame of her gaze. What would happen to them?

"I don't know," his mother asked, still gripping his sack loosely. "Maybe he'd like some more punishment? Kyle have you been punished enough that you won't do this again?"

This? What was this? He was simply trying to spend some romantic time with his girlfriend. He certainly felt punished enough and then some after all of this.

"Yes," Kyle slowly answered as the relief of the harrowing events being over started sinking in.

He looked at Mrs. Reed and she smiled back at him. He felt at first a twinge and then nearly instant growth shoot to his loins.

He shuddered.

"Do you think he's lying," he felt his mother's hands drifting further and further through his legs, higher and higher up his shaft. The feeling of her fingers, her arm violating him sent his mind reeling but his body wasn't listening. His cock shot completely hard.

He searched for Nicole. Now, more than ever, he needed comfort and she was the only one left he knew who could give him some.

Finally their eyes met. She was rolled into a ball in the corner. Her puffy red eyes once filled with tears were now looking on in what Kyle thought was disgust tinted with anger.

"Mom, please stop," Kyle moaned in pleasure even as he was protesting, her fingers wrapped around his shaft gently squeezing him while her arm gently parted his cheeks. "It won't happen again, I promise."

He turned his eyes back to Jane. She had shifted, her legs now spread open enough that he could see the glistening folds of her pink love. He let his eyes drift upwards, past her beautiful round breasts and full hard nipples, to her smile.

There was something in that smile. Something he could only describe as pleasing. He stared at her. He wanted to please her, even if his mind said it was wrong, and he didn't know why.

Her hands started drifting over her body and between her legs. Kyle couldn't help but watch even if part of him wanted to look away. Nicole would never do anything like give him a show let alone slide her finger between her legs for him to see.

It was overwhelming, the sights and sounds of the situation were almost hypnotically running his brain, pushing it deeper and deeper into their abyss.

"Why don't you ask your hostess if there is something you could do for her," his mother stood up behind him, finally releasing her grasp on his manhood she now gently pushed him towards Mrs. Reed.

Kyle shuffled his feet and move toward Jane. He was acutely aware of his seed, swelling up painfully inside of him, yet he didn't want to release it. Not yet. Something about the moment was both agonizing and agonizingly blissful.

"Is there anything I can help you with," Kyle looked down into Mrs. Reed's eyes.

She smiled. That smile that made him want to crawl up and hug her. Whatever Nicole had that made his heart melt she had it too, maybe more.

"Could you use your mouth," she ran her finger down her belly and pointed down, shifting her legs much more widely open.

Kyle gulped.

The times Nicole had let him go down on her she had always complained it wasn't as good as when he was inside of her or that she felt it was dirty. Now he was looking down at her mother spreading her legs for his kiss.

He knelt down between her parted legs and took a deep breath. He could almost taste her in the air around him, her odor filling his nose in and oddly erotic way. He looked at her, the glistening ruby lips, her openings wide to him. The sight was intoxicating.

He let his lips first kiss her thighs, slowly working down each of them until he found their top. His tongue slipped up and down against the outside of her lips before tentatively sliding inside.

He was at once greeted with her first gasp, her hips wiggling against his face. He let his tongue wander, looking for any place that would illicit her response. He felt so insecure about his experience, about where to kiss or touch, that it was tormenting him.

He felt her hands pushing him deeper and deeper into her, until every sense was smeared with her lust. Barely able to breathe he felt her hips writhing wildly against his face, her juices dripping off his cheeks until she exploded into a series of hard thrusts.

Over and over again she pressed harder and harder against his face until even his hair smelled of her love. Her moans louder and more and more animal with each passing moment, until in one last hard lunge she fell back into the chair exhausted, panting.

"That was wonderful," Jane panted out between breathes.

All Kyle could smell was her sex. It was everywhere. He could feel it on his face, his hair all the way to his ears and neck. It was both wonderful and erotically dirty at the same time. He let his head lean against her thigh.

"What about me," his mother's voice rang through the air.

Kyle turned his head unprepared for the sight of his mother in the chair next to them, completely nude. In horror, he felt his cock shudder then pulse while his mind absorbed the shock.

What was wrong with his body? Why couldn't his mind take control. He felt it stiffen more, until it couldn't pulse any harder.

"Nicki, sweetie," Mrs. Reed reminded him that there was someone else in the room watching his humiliation. "I think you deserve a little punishment too."

Kyle shuddered. The words instantly drew pictures in his mind. Horrible pictures at first then becoming strangely erotic. The thoughts of his girlfriend between his mother's legs, loving her, was too much for his mind to take, but his body. His body responded immediately, his cock stiffening, his throat letting out a soft moan.

He looked at Nicole. She looked so scared and alone curled up in the corner. He wanted to reach out to her but felt trapped, trapped by both lust and the situation. As much as he wanted to comfort her, he wanted his seed to spill inside of her mother.

"I can't," she sobbed over and over again. "I can't."

Kyle looked on admiring her strength even though she looked so vulnerable. She could say no where for some reason he could not. He felt drawn in, captured, not in control yet here she was exhibiting what little control she had left.

She stayed there rocking in the corner, glaring at her mother for a long awkward moment of silence.