That Time His Mum Walked In
The Fireman and I had planned a naughty night in. We were going to have the house to ourselves for the first time in a while, you see, and we wanted to make the absolute most of it. We thought we had everything covered… and we did… until his mum walked in.
But let’s start at the beginning.
Between us, we’d covered all bases. He’d pulled out the bed section of the living room sofa-bed. I’d ran to the shops and gotten all the snacks and boozy beverages we could possibly need, and then some. A porn DVD was selected from a bunch he had hidden in the drawer under his bed. Everything we’d want or need was placed close to hand– lubricant, vibrator, cock ring, that grey tie, iPod and speaker, etc.
“Anal?” I questioned as he put the DVD into the player, then waited for the screen to load.
“How did you know?” he laughed in mock surprise.
He always wanted us to watch anal porn together, and I didn’t mind that. All the while he was content with watching it on the big screen, I wouldn’t need to worry about him shoving his enormous dick in my ass. Win-win all around, if you ask me.
The movie started playing, fast-forwarded to the action, obviously. Who needs a plotline? Not me. Not him either, apparently.
We started kissing, which in turn led to clothes coming off. Eventually, we were hardcore making out, naked, on the sofa-bed in the living room, me straddling him, ass-pounding porn playing loudly in the background.
Just as I slid myself on his dick, we heard a key in the front door lock… five feet away from us.
Fuck.
The Fireman grabbed the duvet that he’d thankfully grabbed from his bedroom, tugging it over both of us. I must’ve looked like an insane, anal-obsessed ghost.
“Hi, hello, only me! Change of plans!”
It was The Fireman’s mother, and she wasn’t alone. Oh, no, she’d brought a friend home… and they were both staring at us. Anal porn kept playing in the background because neither of us could move to find the remote. I was still impaled on his dick, which was softening more and more by the second. His mother and her friend didn’t move.
“I think we’ve interrupted something,” the friend said, giggling to herself.
“Oh!” his mother exclaimed. “We’ll go into the kitchen. Don’t worry about us!”
They blustered out of the room, shutting the door behind them, but we could still hear them laughing… even over the ANAL FUCKING PORN.
“I want to die,” I said to no one in particular.
“I want to turn the porn off,” Fireman said, his face deadly serious.
We didn’t continue with our naughty night. Obviously. The mood had gone somewhat. Instead, we ate our snacks and drank our boozy beverages in silence, staring at a TV that was no longer turned on. Neither of us moved. We didn’t look at each other. We didn’t dare go to the bathroom despite desperately needing to, out of fear of facing them.
All in all, it was a fucking bust.
All because his mum walked in.
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