Milk of Desire, Book II : Chapter 6 : Mom’s home!

Milk of Desire, Book II

By EFon


Chapter 6 : Mom’s home!

So there we were, three teenage girls and two slightly younger teenage guys, all stark naked as the day we were born, sitting around the kitchen table, all recovering from orgasms and reeking of sex. It was a beautiful Saturday until we heard the front door open.

“SHIT!” I and my sister both whispered at the same time. I looked at the clock and realized we’d lost track of time and my mother was home. We were all naked, in the kitchen, and any second my mother was going to walk in on us, and there was no way to get by her and back upstairs to where all our clothes were.

“The basement!” Jen urgently whispered, and I knew that was our only chance. I opened the door and lead the way for the pack of naked teens scrambling down after me. The washer had stopped, so at least that evidence was washed away. I opened the dryer and found nothing but my sister and mother’s underwear were all the clothes we had available.

“Jen, quick, throw something on and distract Mom so we can sneak back upstairs,” I directed her. She nodded, snapped on a bra and was pulling up some panties as she scurried back upstairs just as my mother entered the room. We could hear the whole exchange clearly through the uninsulated floor.

“Jen, what are you doing half dressed, and this kitchen is a mess!” my Mom went into ballistic mode.

“Sorry, I’ll clean it up,” she quickly apologized. “I just had a few friends over and got some jelly on my clothes so was just putting them in the wash.

“Alright. Where’s Russ?” my wary mother asked.

“Oh, he’s uh… out. With that friend of his Jake,” she covered.

There was some silence, where all we heard was Jen cleaning dishes from the table before it sounded like my mother bought it, “All right. I’m going to go relax, but get some clothes on.”

“YES!” I whispered and everyone else, Jake, Katey, and Lisa all smiled and nodded thinking we got out of it.

I heard my mother walk off while Jen kept cleaning the kitchen for a few minutes before I heard the basement door open and a “Psst,” from Jen. Jake and the girls went up and out the door as silently as possible and I followed. We, all in a line crept naked through my house from the kitchen, through the living room, past my mother’s bedroom toward the stairs.

Just as I thought we had made it I heard her door open and knew the end had come. I turned and saw my mother’s bedroom door open and she was standing there crossly looking at us. She was still in her light blue nurse scrubs that she had worn that day, as if she knew something was up and was just waiting to spring her trap. She looked down at the four of us crouching naked on tiptoes as we tried to sneak upstairs, now frozen in terror and hastily covering up, ashamed and awaiting the hell that was coming.

“Jen,” my mother firmly yelled.