“His tongue made contact with her, sending jolts of pleasure cascading through her body. She arched up, thrusting hard against his mouth, her hands grasping, pulling him against her as she felt herself explode, the pleasure too much to bear as she cried out, screaming his name. Writhing and twisting, she felt his tongue slip inside, the rough touch sending more shocks of pleasure pouring through her as her legs clamped shut desperate to keep him there, to drain every ounce of pleasure that she could.”
“Gradually, she collapsed, her body shuddering as her legs slowly relaxed, allowing him to slide upward, peeking up at her. Her fingers reached down, gently stroking his hair as he smiled up at her, his fingers tracing the outline of her angel tattoo.”
Everything suddenly went silent. I had meant to stop before that last line, but my own excitement had gotten the better of me. I waited, expecting to hear mom scream out my name, but nothing. Minutes passed, and my erection ached for attention. I reached out and grasped the door handle, my hand shaking. I pulled it slowly, feeling my heart sink as the latch clicked with audible finality.
I walked slowly to my room, feeling my cock slowly shrink, along with my hopes. Stepping inside, I pushed the door closed and walked to my bed, trying to figure out how I could have been so stupid. Shelly and I had gone over it time and again. Everything had gone according to plan, everything until that last stupid sentence.
I slumped down on my bed, grabbing my computer. I spread out the pages of the paper, and set about making the changes mom had marked. I considered deleting the tattoo reference, but decided that might raise her suspicions. When I came to the sections she had marked with big question marks, I read through them critically, trying to see them from her perspective. It didn’t work and I ended up leaving them as they were.
I expected mom to come storming into my room any minute, and every sound I heard had me jumping. By the time I finished the corrections my nerves were raw, and I knew sleep was not going to come.
“Maybe a game or something.” I thought, as I logged onto the internet.
I wasn’t on more than five minutes when a message came on from Shelly.
“So?”
“Not good.” I replied.
“?”
“I screwed up.”
“What, I thought we had this down. Did you do everything we planned?”
“Yeah, everything. Went good until the sex scene, went one sentence too far.”
“You didn’t!”
“‘fraid so.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing, at least not yet. In my room, waiting for last rites.”
“Did she?”
“Oh, yeah. It got kinda loud.”
“Then you’re safe. I mean, maybe it didn’t turn out like you planned, but what’s she going to do. She has to know you heard her. She can’t exactly give you hell for something that made her do that.”
“Maybe, but…”
“Hey, bud. Can I tell you something?”
“Will it help?”
“Hope so. It’s just… Well, I’m kinda glad you didn’t.”
“Gee, thanks. That helps a lot.”
“It might. Listen, why don’t you just try and relax. Open your window and get some fresh air. It will help you sleep. I’ll be home in the morning and we can talk.”