Capítulo 24: 02 Mom's Nose in My Business
As soon as my bedroom door closed, Jenna and I pressed our lips together as we tumbled toward my bed. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and I slid my slippery appendage into the warmth of Jenna's mouth. She uttered soft whimpers while our kisses melded together. I pushed her shirt above her tits and pulled her bra beneath them. My hands squeezed her breasts, maybe a bit hard, but she seemed to like it as she spread her legs for me on my bed, my cock pumping blood and plumping up to its full hardness just in time to spear the center groove between her legs. We dry humped each other, the cloth of my basketball shorts digging into the fuzziness of her cotton boy shorts and the softness beneath them.
"We have to be quiet," I whispered as Jenna panted and moaned with a desperate need for my touch.
"Turn your music on," she said.
"They'll know," I said. "It's too obvious."
I squeezed her tits against, then pinched her thick, peach-colored nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Ooh," she gasped.
I lowered my head, taking the right nub into my mouth and licking all around her areola. Jenna spread her knees wide and humped her hips up at me, sliding her cotton-covered muff against the head of my prick.
I moaned around her tit.
She moaned, pushing my head against her breasts.
I ground my cock into her muff meat as hard as I could.
"Shit," Jenna whispered. "I'm so fucking wet for you, baby."
"Jenna--"
Knock, knock, knock, my door rattled, and then the doorknob turned, but not much because I had locked it. Then someone--Mom, I already knew--knocked harder on my door and turned my lock like a panicked woman running from a serial killer.
"Mark, open this door!" Mom shouted. "Now!"
"Are you fucking kidding me," I said, rolling off Jenna and sitting up. My cock sprung upward, turning my shorts into a big top circus tent.
"Mark!"
"Give me a second," I shouted back. "Fuck!"
"Mark!"
"I'll open it," Jenna said, pulling her bra up and her shirt down. "Here, baby, cover that dick."
She handed me a pillow that I placed over my lap, and for a moment, I thought there was a better way to hide my erection, but then I thought, Fuck it. Mom should know what she interrupted. Jenna skipped to the door as my mother banged on it again. She unlocked it, opened it, and Mom stormed in as if she could still catch us doing something illicit.
"What are you two doing?" Mom asked, swinging her gaze from me, to Jenna, back to me, and my lap. "Well?"
"I was just leaving," Jenna said, leaving my room and calling over her shoulder, "Call me later."
"Mark," Mom said, "we need to talk."
She shut the door, and I sighed as she came to sit next to me on the bed.
Great, just fucking great.
I was about to talk to my mother while sporting wood, and we both knew it.
How fucked up was that?
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