Her Mother Caught Us

Fbailey story number 479


Her Mother Caught Us


Robin and I had been dating for about three months, we were both high school freshmen, and we were both virgins too. Robin was fifteen years old and I was already sixteen. She was kind of cute but certainly not cheerleader quality and certainly not nerd material either. Dad referred to her as the girl next door type.

Robin was my height, a few pounds lighter, and a B-cup. Her hair was reddish, quite curly, and it hung halfway down her back. She wore the normal miniskirts and tops that all of the other girls wore but she didn’t try to be sexy at all.

When we first started dating and going to school dances or out to the movies I got to hold her hand and I got a good night kiss. The next month I got to kiss her more often and we got into some necking where I might get to feel of her tits from the outside of her clothes if she felt that I deserved it. Robin always wore a bra. Then over the previous month I got to reach up under her top as long as I didn’t try to get under her bra. I could also feel of her crotch if she is wearing blue jeans. Her pussy can feel really warm and damp too, especially after a night of kissing.

Then her mother caught us. We were kissing and my hand was up under her blouse on top of her bra feeling of her soft tittie flesh. Robin’s hand was just resting close to my crotch. She almost never touched my cock. Anyway that was what we were doing when her mother caught us.

She said, “Robin what are you doing?”

Robin snapped, “Nothing mother.”

Her mother looked at her and said, “That’s the problem.”

Then she looked directly at me. I hadn’t moved a finger. My hand was still up under Robin’s top resting on her bra.

She asked, “And what are doing to my daughter…and be honest.”

I replied, “We were just kissing and my hand is on her bra holding one of her tits, I mean breasts. We weren’t doing anything, honest.”

Her mother said, “Well at least you told me the truth. Why is your hand on the outside of my daughter’s bra?”

I replied, “Because she won’t let me reach up under it and she always wears a bra. She’s a good girl.”

Her mother asked, “Do you ever get to touch her crotch or her yours?”

I replied, “If she is wearing blue jeans I can rest my hand on her pussy, otherwise no. She has only touched my crotch twice and I think it was an accident both times.”

Her mother asked, “Robin is that true.”

Robin blushed and said, “Yes mother. I really am a good girl.”

Her mother said, “I know that you are a good girl Robin but he has been your boyfriend for over three months now and you never give him a nice reward, not even every now and then.”

Robin blushed and said, “He has his hand on my breast.”

She corrected her, “No honey he has his hand on your bra.