I jumped as I felt a hand slide around my waist and grasp my cock. I let go of the door handle and spun around. Shelly was standing right behind me, smiling. She held her finger to her lips then grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room. Once inside she closed the door and locked it.
“What were you doing!” she whispered, a hint of anger in her voice.
“I was, I mean, I …” I stammered, not knowing what to say.
“What happened to taking it slow? Are you trying to get killed, or is all your blood stuck in your dick?”
I quickly related the events of the day, including mom’s sore back and the massage. I even told her about my cock pressing into mom’s ass. I blushed a little as I related that part, which made Shelly giggle.
“Well, I think you’ve pushed this about as far as you dare. Now you have to just let things simmer. Turn off the charm. Be nice, but not too nice. Get her thinking that maybe it was all in her imagination.”
“For how long?” I said, the disappointment obvious in my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry. I said let her wait a few days. I didn’t say anything about you waiting.” She said, her hand reaching out to grab my cock.
“As soon as she’s asleep tonight.” She added, giving my cock a firm squeeze.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, and playing video games. Around four, mom came by to tell me she thought the paper was fine. I could sense a strain in her voice so I didn’t press her on it. Dinner was quiet, and mom went straight to bed afterward. Shelly and I sat up watching a movie, but all I could think of was the hint of what was going to happen later.
It was just after eleven when Shelly stood up and stretched, her movements pulling her blouse tight across her chest accentuating her nipples as they poked against the fabric.
“Well, it’s getting late.” She said, smiling. “I think I’ll go to bed.”
I started to get up but she held up her hand and shook her head. Then she turned and walked down the hallway. A moment later I heard a knock, followed by Shelly softly calling out mom’s name. There was no answer and a moment later she appeared in the doorway and motioned for me to follow her. As I stepped into her bedroom, she turned and smiled, her hands reaching up to unbutton her blouse.
“Let me.” I whispered, reaching out, my hands trembling.
I fumbled with the buttons, but she waited, smiling at me when I looked up into her eyes. Each button was an accomplishment, baring more of her smooth flesh. The blouse finally fell away, revealing a white lace bra with a silver clasp in front. I smiled, remembering that part in the story. My fingers shook horribly as they grazed against her skin. I fumbled with the clasp, but only briefly. As it too fell to the floor, I stood there, unsure what to do.
She grabbed me, pulling me to her as she stepped backwards, falling onto her bed. In moments, I was scrambling to remove my shorts as she slid hers off and tossed them to the floor. She pulled me to her, her fingers encircling my cock, guiding it between her legs. I nearly came right then and there, but she seemed to sense it, and stopped, allowing me to regain my control.