"Why was Carmen in only a bra? And why don't you have pants on?"
You try to come up with an excuse when Carmen returns in her skirt and a shirt.
"John ordered me to fuck him. So I did. Then he ordered me to..."
"That's enough Carmen" you say. "I couldn't help it mom. She looks so human, and since we moved out of LA and away from Cathrine, I hadn't been able to be near a girl. Human or otherwise except you."
"It's OK John, your only a teenager. I only hope you used protection."
You look at Carmen and ever so slightly (so slightly your mom couldn't see) shake your head no.
"I know mom. So what are we going to do today?"
Your mom turns to Carmen and as she does so, you can see a little trickle of your cum dripping down Carmen's leg. You hope to god your mom doesn't notice, but she does.
"Carmen, hold still." She touches a finger to it not knowing it's your cum right away. "I think your leaking something." She smells it and was about to taste it when she realizes what it is. |