(Almost) caught by my gf's mother [mff] | 2016

I had a hard time explaining where everybody was exactly so I drew a picture instead. Think of it as the map of Middle Earth that they put at the start of the Lord of the Rings books. (Yeah, it's that level of greatness)

Map of my girlfriend's house

I won't give you the full background of everybody involved because that would take too long (John begat Paul who begat George, etc.) but when I was eighteen my girlfriend (Samantha) and I still lived with our parents. I still shared a room with my younger brother so on the weekends I spent most nights at Sam's house. She and her mother had a whole house to themselves (her father had left her mother when Sam was a kid). Her mother (Beverly) liked me fine. I helped out with the dishes and I mowed their lawn on Sundays so everything was good.

The other girl involved is Charlotte. Samantha and Charlotte liked each other and I liked Charlotte too. Oh yeah, one thing I didn't mention about Sam is that she's bi. When we first started going out she made it clear she wasn't willing to give up that part of her sex life. In fact, she didn't want us to do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing and she wanted to keep things casual. But after a couple of months of being together quite a bit (i.e. every single minute) we finally made it official. But Sam still wanted to get girls in bed with us sometimes. After thinking about it a bit (i.e. a couple of milliseconds) I agreed.

So it was Friday night and we invited Charlotte over for movie night. The three of us had hung out a couple of times before but we were taking things slow. It was Charlotte's first time doing something like this. Samantha's mother had a date so she would be out all night (or so we thought).

Samantha opened one of her mother's bottles of wine and we sat on the couch for the first movie (The Apartment with a young Shirley MacLaine, Sam has a thing for old movies). We sit with me on one end of the couch, Charlotte on the other and Sam in the middle. But since the TV is basically at a 90 degrees angle from the couch (see the map) almost immediately I'm sitting across the couch and Sam sits between my legs. After a while Charlotte joins in and she sits between Sam's legs (making us the human centipede of movie watching, if you'll excuse the mental picture)

I stroke Sam's hair and she stroke Charlotte's but for that first movie it didn't get any farther than that. It was nice though and we were all enjoying it. We were also getting a bit sleepy. It wasn't that late but the pacing of those old movies is kind of slow. The movie's good, you should check it out, but don't watch it when it's getting late is what I'd recommend.

So before the second movie (Dial M for MURDER!!! It's Hitchcock but it's also pretty slow, at least what I caught of it) Sam asks Charlotte if she wants to spend the night. Nothing too overtly sexual, just a friendly sleepover. Charlotte agrees and both girls go upstairs to put on pajamas (I don't have any so I stay in my jeans and t-shirt).

OK I just realized I didn't give a physical description of anyone involved so here goes. Sam is tall-ish, 5'7'' or 5'8'', thin with straight, long brown hair. Charlotte is much shorter, I'd say 5'2'' or 5'3'', she's got curly brownish blonde hair and small-ish boobs (A cup? B cup?) Bev, not that it matters that much, looks like an older version of Samantha. At forty-something, she still looks very good (I'm only saying so that when she walks in a bit later you don't imagine a sixty year old grandma in a hairnet) She's a lawyer who somehow managed to raise a great daughter all on her own so hats off to her. And me, not that it matters much either, I'm 5'11'', wavy-ish black hair and average build. I like to think I'm a bit better looking than average, otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance with a girl like Sam, but mostly the fact that I don't treat her like I'm a total jerk is what makes her stay with me.

So the girls walk down the stairs in their PJs. Sam wears these PJs that basically look like men's PJs but pink, and she has lent some to Charlotte. They're a bit big on her but it looks cute. We all settle in on the couch like before for the second flick.

It doesn't take long for things to get more sexual at this point. I'm still playing with Sam's hair and she still has her hand in Charlotte's, but soon her hand goes down and it's not just in her hair anymore. She's got a finger above the open neck of Charlotte's tops and she's tracing patterns on her skin. Charlotte seems to enjoy that and Sam's finger goes further down. Now it's a bit inside the top and the patterns she's tracing are not just on the upper part of her chest but more on the top of Charlotte's boobs. Then she undoes a first button.

I have a good view of the action and I'm starting to get turned on. I caress Sam's neck and shoulders rather than her hair, looking for any bit of exposed skin and reaching inside her shirt a bit. She leans back against me while still caressing Charlotte. She opens another button, then another, and Charlotte's chest is completely exposed.

Charlotte is obviously enjoying that and her nipples are rock hard. She leans back into Sam and when Sam pinches a nipple, she shivers. My own hand goes down along Sam's side looking for skin between her PJ tops and bottoms, but instead she grabs my hand and puts it on Charlotte's breast. It's a bit of a stretch but I won't complain, and apparently neither does Charlotte. She sighs and lets out a little moan to let us know to keep going.

At this point this thing is on. I get up and go to the other end of the couch. Charlotte is still reclining against Sam and I kiss her chest and take a nipple in my mouth. Then I kiss down, down, down and I open her top completely and I pull her bottoms off. When I spread her legs I see her shaved little pussy wet and ready and I dive in to taste her. She sighs again and moans while I lick and finger her (not too hard at first) and Sam plays with her nipples. And then, well, you've read the title, the front door opens.

How long does it take to go from sexy and smooth to oh my fucking god panic? The way their house is laid out you don't see the living room from the front door, but there's only one way into the house from the front door and it takes about five seconds for that path to reach the living room. Sam and I know we have five seconds to get back on the couch.

OK, pop quiz. There's a naked girl on the couch and her pants are on the floor and in five seconds your girlfriend's mom is going to walk in, what do you do? Buzzzzzz! You've already thought about it too long. You don't have time to think in this situation. So what did I do? Survival instincts. I picked up the pants and stuffed them in my t-shirt. My thinking? There's no way Charlotte can button up her shirt and put her pants on in five seconds. Good thinking. But those pants inside my shirt make it look like I have the beer gut of a fifty year old fat guy. Not so good thinking. Sam sees this (and I won't forget the look she gives me, a look that says what the fuck are you doing are you really that big of an idiot? OK maybe I am) and her answer is to lean back against me like she did before, so her body hides the bulge in my shirt. Meanwhile Charlotte buttons up her PJ tops and sits normally on the couch (i.e. not leaning against Sam) Thankfully the PJs are just big enough on her to cover everything. So when Bev walks in, we look almost normal. Probably a bit flushed, but almost normal.

Thankfully she isn't (normal that is). She's drunk. She collapses on the other couch (sitting) and starts talking to us like nothing happened. She tells us how her date sucked and, seeing the wine on the coffee table between the two couches, she asks Sam if she could go to the kitchen to fetch her a glass.

If Sam gets up Bev will surely notice the bulge in my shirt, and she'll wonder why I've got Sam's friend's pants stuffed inside my t-shirt. Sam doesn't know what to do. She tells her mom maybe she doesn't really need a drink but her mom insists. Just a small one, she just wants to chat five minutes. Thinking quickly, I say "Charlotte, could you go and get it?" At this point I don't know if it was crazy or genius.

Of course she doesn't want to but Bev insists (oh Charlotte would you be so kind?) so Charlotte feels like she can't say no. She discretely tugs both sides of her shirt down as she gets up. The thing barely covers her pussy. And I know (because I had my face in it two minutes before) how wet and shiny that pussy is. Just the thought of it, and the smallest hint of ass peeking from under the shirt, is getting me hard.

Charlotte comes back in the living room with a glass. She walks to a spot just in front of me and Sam, between our couch and the coffee table, and puts the glass down table to fill it. When she bends down she gives us (intentionally?) such a great view of her ass and pussy, me and Sam we're just staring. I have to essentially physically restrain myself not to reach out and touch it. Bev, god bless her, doesn't notice or say anything.

She takes her glass and Charlotte sits back down and for fifteen minutes we talk. The time it takes her to drink her wine. She talks about her date and about a case at work, and all the while all I can think of is Charlotte's ass and pussy. I just nod at what I think are appropriate times. Then Bev gets up and says good night as she heads upstairs.

We all look at each other in disbelief and almost start laughing. But then we look at Charlotte and I think Sam had the same thing in mind that I did the whole time. We both pounce on her and start kissing and groping. We're as quiet as we can, and we try to wait as long we can, but we probably don't wait as long as we should have before pulling her shirt off and lying her down on the couch. It's all about her tonight and we kiss and caress, and even when I take my own clothes off and finally slide in, I go nice and slow in long, deep (quiet!) strokes until she comes. She shivers and shakes under me while Sam has her nipple in her mouth and a hand over her (Charlotte's) mouth to muffle her moans. That's our way of saying thank you.

It's only later, after the movie and when we're sure that Sam's mother is asleep that we really go at it. Me and Sam have so much sexual energy built up, we go at it like crazy on the living room rug. Both of us naked I pump hard until we're both sweaty and coming, with Charlotte right there next to us. Sam's not worried about waking her mom at this point and she's not shy about being vocal. The way Charlotte looks at Sam and the way Sam coming seems to turn Charlotte on, that would have had me ready for more in no time. But that was enough for that night.

We headed to bed, all three of us squeezed in Sam's queen size bed and slept late into the next morning. Beverly didn't say a word about the previous evening, or ask about the sleeping arrangements in Sam's room that night. She's pretty cool.