It took about two seconds for the sound of the door slamming to go from my ears to my brain. It took a lot less time for the feeling of sublime pleasure, the likes of which I'd never felt before, to turn to abject terror, the likes of which I'd never felt before.
The next five seconds slowed down to feel like five minutes, like someone falling from a great height going over their entire life to see if there was something there to save them in their predicament. The life flashing before your eyes effect.
If I ran out the back door, I would be caught for smoking but could perhaps avoid being caught for crossdressing.
There was no getting away from the smoke filled kitchen. It was thick from how hard I was puffing while wanking myself to completion.
However if I did run out the back I was bound to be seen by a neighbour and if not, where the hell would I go?
As my escape plans cancelled themselves out one by one, at the very least I managed to put my cock back where it came from. I would be caught in my mother's clothes, smoking her cigarettes, but at least I wouldn't be caught wanking as I did it.
My mother opened the kitchen door and surveyed the scene.
She whispered to herself "what the hell?" As she looked upon me in her best work clothes, cigarette with long inflicted ash dangling from my painted red lips. As for the third embrassment, I didn't get away with that either as she spotted the pools of cum on the floor tiles and her eye line moved from them to my bulging crotch, which had saw fit to find just enough cum left in me to seep out to the front of her expensive pencil skirt, leaving an unmistakable stain in the front.
We stood looking at each other for what felt like forever, neither breaking the silence. It was me who broke it when the smoke from the cigarette in my mouth found its way into my eyes, stinging them painfully and causing me to spit it out.
"I'm sorry " I said, "I don't smoke, this was only a bit of fun," as if that was all that needed explaining.
I was mortified to be found dressed like this. Mortified to be caught smoking on my first attempt, boys these days don't smoke, only girls, and bad ones at that.
Eventually my mother said "I forgot my phone" and went over to where it was on the sideboard. She took it and said, "I'll see you later" and once again left the house.
This was nearly worse than her giving out to me as I had no idea what she was thinking. I quickly scrambled to get undressed, scrub the make up off, clean the tiles and throw the skirt into the washing machine.
All of that done I went and hid in my bed. Not that I could get any sleep with the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I lay awake for hours and at some point heard her arrive home.
She pottered about downstairs for about a minute then went straight to her bedroom.
She did not make any attempt to talk to me. |
