Don't Get Caught

Description: Dinner was supposed to be normal, just another evening with relatives laughing over dessert. but when my rebellious boy keeps giving me that look, i know exactly what he is about to start up and the timing couldn't be worse. a whispered warning: ”behave!.” but he doesn’t want to behave, he wants more."look what you do to me..." he murmured, leaning back on the couch as the sounds of the stepfamily filled the nearby kitchen. before i could react, he tugged his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick erection, letting it slap against his stomach with an obscene wet sound from how achingly hard he was. my breath catches, that familiar vein curling along the shaft, the glistening bead of precum at the tip i'd tasted before. "are you trying to get us caught?" as i throw the blanket over his hard cock."please… just for a second," he begged, hips arching subtly. my resolve cracking at the site of his cock. with a sharp exhale, i sneak my hand under the blanket, muttering "this is wrong," even as my fingers meet his cock. every suppressed moan, every frantic glance toward oblivious stepfamily members, every slick pump of her fingers dragging him closer to disaster. one problem, he still hasn't cum yet! "hurry!" i warn him. any moment someone could join us with my hand wrapped around his rock hard cock."i need your mouth, now," he growls, my hands getting wet from his precum. "please, your mouth…. you’ll make it faster." her eyes flicked to the kitchen doorway, ears straining for footsteps. reluctance warred with panic. faster. safer. a hasty compromise. with a sharp inhale, she ducked under the blanket, the fabric tenting slightly as she took him between her lips."hurry," she hissed when he tensed, her throat vibrating around his shaft as the clatter of dishes in the kitchen grew louder. he bit his fist to mute his groans, hips jerking helplessly into her mouth. although i appreciate his stamina, now is not the time. "you need to cum, now!"."just give me a few thrusts inside of you, they’ll never know," he urged. the clatter of pots in the kitchen underscored his whisper. "it’s faster than your mouth… and i’ll be so quiet". "this is insane," she breathed, but his hands were already yanking her waistband down, exposing her to the cool air – and him. "shhh… just sit," he coaxed, guiding her onto his tip with a sharp gasp from them both.i bounce up and down on his cock, my pussy creaming with the thought of him inside me. he buries himself to the hilt with a thrusted "fuck…” and fills her tight pussy with his creamy load.as i pull myself off of his cock, all his cum pours out of my pussy. getting caught up in the enjoyment i don't realize footstep's are approaching with his cum dripping out of me...