A Personal Question Ch. 02

He didn't know if that was possible or not, but he also didn't want to wait any longer. Jerking off felt fine when there was no other alternative around, but he could do that anytime. Getting up, Matthew crawled between Kayla's legs and sat back on his knees still holding his cock. "Please Kayla, I want you," he said.

Kayla grinned. "Oh, you're resorting to begging now? I like that. You should beg me some more. Maybe I'll let you have me."

Matthew sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Come on. You're the one who came in here and stripped down. You're the one who asked me to eat your pussy. Now you want me to beg for it?"

"Un huh," Kayla nodded. "You're the one who refused this prime pussy when I was spreading it wide open for you."

"Fine. May I please put my cock inside you?"

"Nope," Kayla said. "You have to prove to me that you really want it bad."

"How?"

Kayla smirked as she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and held it up. "Kiss your mother's dildo," she said.

"Seriously?"

"If you want to fuck me, that's what you need to do."

Matthew looked down at the slick purple cock. It was shiny wet and there was a ring of white cream about three quarters of the way down the shaft. His mind did some quick mental calculations about what the odds were that there might be some left over residue from his mother's vagina on the toy. (Even in his head he thought of his mother's private parts in a very clinical way. She had a vagina, not a pussy like Kayla.)

After a few tense moments while Matthew weighed the pros and cons, he finally decided that Kayla was probably very correct in her assumption that his mother would have cleaned the toy very thoroughly after using it. And that was assuming that she ever did actually use it in the first place. After all, he couldn't picture his straight laced mother even having intercourse, let alone masturbating herself with a purple jelly dildo. The idea seemed utterly ludicrous to him.

Kayla watched with interest as her friend tried to make peace with what she knew he was about to do. And when he finally brought the toy up to his mouth and kissed it, she couldn't help but smile. "Score one for raging teen hormones," she said.

After kissing the head of the dildo in two or three spots to satisfy Kayla's demand, Matthew set it on his underwear so it wouldn't get the bed sticky, then turned to the task at hand. Gripping her legs under her knees, he pulled Kayla back until she was lying flat on the bed, and dove down into her pussy with his tongue extended. Like a wild man, he attacked with his mouth and tongue, sucking and licking fiercely at her soaking wet cunt.

"Oh Gawd Matthew!" Kayla cried. The dildo had felt good in a really filling sort of way, but she wouldn't have cum from just fucking herself with the beast. That would have taken a lot of clitoral stimulation. Not that an orgasm while the dildo was buried deep inside her didn't sound fun mind you. In fact, the thought of her pussy clamping down and going through all those pleasurable contractions while wrapped around the thickness of the dildo sounded divine. But a soft, warm tongue delving into her depths and tickling her clit was by far the superior choice.

In no time at all Matthew had Kayla on the brink of an earth shattering orgasm. She had grasped the back of his head and was pushing her hips up to meet his mouth. "I'm so close," she gasped, feeling the first uncontrollable spasms starting to take hold. Her thighs were clamping down and her belly was tense. "Ohhh...ohhh fuck...oh Gawd don't stop!" she blurted and just as she reached the pinnacle, the top of the mountain, the final straw that was about to break the camel's back...

Matthew stopped and pulled away.

"Wha...no...don't stop now," Kayla whined.

Sitting up on his heels again, Matthew smiled as he now felt like he was in control. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yessss, finish me."

"Beg me."

"Please, finish me."

"Nope," Matthew said, turning away from her.

Kayla grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of her. "Then fuck me," she said, with a fiery hunger in her eyes.

"Yes ma'am," Matthew said. Before he pulled away so he could do just that, he kissed her passionately on the lips. Their tongues dueled first in her mouth, then in his before he pulled back to line his cock up with her pussy.

"I thought you was never going to kiss me again?"

"Yeah well, that was before you made me kiss my mother's dildo."

"You could have refused to do it. I mean, who knows, your mother may have fucked herself with that ginormous cock first thing this morning. It was probably covered in her slick juices."

Matthew opened his mouth to reply, but his mind went blank when his cock felt the heat radiating from Kayla's pussy. Besides, he didn't want to think about the possibilities of his mother ever using that toy. Instead he just snapped his mouth closed and shoved his cock inside in one quick thrust.

"Huunng!" Kayla gasped from the unexpected sudden invasion. "Shit, give a girl a little warning will ya," she said.

"Sorry," Matthew muttered, then he began to fuck her...hard. Their first fuck had been slow and gentle as he had been worried about hurting her and the fact that it was both their first time. This time however he was determined to get a little bit of payback for Kayla being so naughty earlier. Instead of taking it easy on her, he began to fuck her with powerful thrusts, slamming his pelvis into her like a jackhammer tearing through concrete. The look in Matthew's face was one of hardened determination and for a split second, it frightened Kayla.

"AHH-OW-WHOA!" Kayla blurted. She felt a bit like a ragdoll being mauled by a doberman and she briefly wondered if her pussy would ever be the same. It was too much, too hard, too fast, too soon. Matthew was acting more like a wild animal than the mild mannered kid she grew up with. He was ferocious, and Kayla found herself along for the ride.

And then it happened. In the blink of an eye without the slightest warning - before any clenching of muscles or build up that she was aware of - her body was wracked by the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. It struck her like a lightening bolt from the blue and sent her into convulsions like never before. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream and her eyes were rolling back in her head as she gripped Mathew's back, hanging on for all she was worth as he continued to violently fuck her.

For Matthew, his whole world was between his legs. Every ounce of his focus was now on the incredible feeling of his cock pounding away in Kayla's pussy. His concern about the giant dildo stretching her out was forgotten. She still felt as tight and soft as she had last week. He didn't care where they were or what was lying next to them on the bed, still moist and shiny. He didn't stop his brutal cock assault when Kayla's body was wracked with what seemed like an epileptic seizure. He didn't even worry about the sudden hot wetness that he felt splash on his thighs and balls. All he cared about was the fact that his cock was about to erupt, and nothing could stop it from happening.

"I'm cumming!" Matthew gasped as he reached the point of no return. Out of breath from the exertion, he drove himself in to the hilt, feeling his ball sack pressed up against the swell of Kayla's asscheeks, and let the pleasure overtake him. "AAAUUUGGGGHHHHHH-FUUCCKK! he cried, feeling every spasm as his balls pumped squirt after squirt of semen deep into Kayla's quivering cunt. His orgasm seemed like it was never going to end.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and the incredible orgasmic explosion from Matthew finally ended. He was breathing as if he had just finished running a marathon, and his whole body was limp.

"Matthew," Kayla's voice sounded very quiet and worried.

"Unh?" he grunted, unable to form words.

"Don't get mad at me."

"Unh?"

"I think I may have...peed the bed," Kayla said in a near whisper.

Matthew found the strength to lift his head and look into Kayla's eyes. "What?" he said.

"You were fucking me so hard, and then I came so fast and so hard that...I think I peed."

It was that moment when Matthew noticed how wet the bed felt from his thighs to his knees. He launched himself up off Kayla to see that she was telling the truth. The perfectly placed homemade quilt now had a large wet stain directly in the center. A large dollop of white cream slipped from her freshly fucked hole and slithered down between her ass cheeks. Kayla rolled onto her side and jumped off the bed with a hand cupping under her middle to catch the drizzle.

"Oh fuck! What did you do? Jeezus Kayla, you fucking pissed on my mother's bed!" Matthew was frantic as he tried to figure out how to get out of this jam.

"I don't know. That's never happened before. I've cum hundreds of times and I've never..." she stopped in mid sentence, her hand still between her legs, and and examined the wet stain. Piss would have had a yellow tint to it and a strong smell, but this stain had neither. In fact, it looked clear and the smell was... Kayla moved closer and sniffed the wet spot. It was pungent and sharp, but certainly not urine, and not strong enough to cause undue concern.

"What am I going to do? What do I tell my mother?" Matthew was pacing around the room.

"Wait," Kayla interrupted. "Come here and smell it," she said, waving him over.

"What? I don't want to smell your piss."

"It's not piss," Kayla said. She put her nose right down close and inhaled deeply. "It's cum," she said, looking up with a smile.

"Cum? Bullshit, my cum is milky white and-"

"It's not your cum," Kayla interrupted again. "It's my cum. You made me squirt. For the first time ever, you made me fucking squirt."

Matthew seemed confused as he looked at Kayla who was now smiling. "Okay... so it's not piss," he said, "Now what? We can't leave the bed all wet like this. There is still a big wet stain on the center-"

"Matthew," Kayla said, stopping him from becoming frantic again. "I can take care of this, but you need to stop making pecker tracks all over your parents bedroom." She pointed to the floor where he had been pacing and the drops of cum that had been dripping from his cock.

"Oh shit," he gasped. Grabbing some tissues from the box on the dresser, Matthew wiped his cock, then began to mop up the splashes on the floor. "What are you going to do with the quilt? It takes forever to wash and dry it, and it's probably gone through to the bed."

"I just need a hairdryer and a dryer sheet," Kayla said.

"A hairdryer and a dryer sheet? That's your bright idea?"

"It's clear and the smell is not too strong. The hair dryer should dry quickly and not leave a stain, and if we rub the dryer sheet on it after it's dry, it should mask the smell. Your mom will never know the difference...probably."

Matthew wasn't convinced. "You think it'll work?" he asked.

"Get me the hairdryer and a dryer sheet and let's find out."

***

It took about a half an hour to get the whole bed dry, and although there was a slight discoloration, Kayla insisted that in the evening light, there was no way anyone would notice. Then she rubbed not one but three dryer sheets on the blanket and bed sheets. They worked together to remake the bed as neatly as they could and Matthew placed the pillows in exactly the same spot they had been in before.

Once they finished, Matthew closely inspected the quilt and was happy with the result. As for the smell, it was still there but not nearly as strong, and Kayla was sure that over the next few hours it would air out and fade away.

"I think we're good," Matthew said, breathing a sigh of relief. He rechecked the floor and walked around the bed once more to make sure everything was back in order. "Looks good over here, we may be in the clear."

"Good, let's get out of here," Kayla said.

As the two friends headed out into the hallway carrying the hairdryer, they heard the sound of the front door opening and Melissa Marks call out, "Matty, can you come help me carry some stuff into the house please?"

Matthew handed Kayla the hairdryer and whispered, "The cupboard over the toilet." Then he hollered to his mother, "On my way mom."

As he headed toward the kitchen, Matthew breathed another sigh of relief as he realized just how close they had cut it with cleaning the mess they had made.

****

Later that evening Matthew was back on his own bed. He had stripped down to his underwear and was fondling himself while thinking about their adventurous fun earlier that day. While it had been very stressful at the time, he couldn't deny that the excitement level had certainly enhanced the experience.

His cell phone suddenly began to vibrate. Matthew reached for it, wondering who was calling. Not many people called anymore, most everyone texted. The screen showed that it was Kayla calling, which was very odd.

"Kayla?" he answered, "What's up?"

"Matthew," she was whispering and it sounded urgent, "Did you take care of your mother's dildo?"

"What?"

"The dildo, did you wash it and put it back in the drawer?"

"No, why? Didn't you do that?"

"Jesus Matthew, I wouldn't be asking you if I had done it."

"So where the fuck is it?"

"I don't know. It was on the bed at one time, but after you jumped up, I didn't see it again, and the mess on the bed was all I could think about."

"It wasn't on the floor. I double checked the floor, remember? I walked all the way around the...Oh shit!"

"What?"

"Under the bed. What if it got kicked under the bed?"

"Matthew, you have to go look for it," Kayla said.

"I can't. Mom's home. I can't just go into her room."

"Is she in bed yet?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. Wait, let me check." He slid out of bed and went to his door. Peering around the doorjamb he could see light on and hear the TV in the livingroom. "She's watching TV," he whispered in the phone.

"Go look now," Kayla said. "Just be quick about it."

"I'm in my underwear," Matthew hissed.

"Who cares. Just do it."

"Okay,hang on, I'm taking the phone with me." He slipped out into the hallway with the phone still up to his ear.

It was dark in the hallway and the TV was pretty loud, so Matthew quickly tiptoed to his parent's bedroom door. He turned the knob carefully and pushed the heavy door open. It opened about six inches before the hinges began to squeak and Matthew had to stop pushing. Feeling glad that he was skinny, he held the door and carefully tried to slip through the narrow opening. The hinges let out another squeak before he was finally inside.

Not wanting to turn on the light, he used the screen of his cell phone to give him just enough light to crawl to the bed. Peering underneath, he spied the toy just a few inches behind the hanging quilt, and grabbed it. "It's here," he hissed into the phone as a familiar smell invaded his nose, the smell of Kayla's pussy was strong on the toy.

"Shit,it smells like pussy," he whispered.

"Wash it," Kayla said in his ear.

As he started to sit back up the background sound of the TV suddenly went silent. "Shit!" he hissed with more urgency.

"What?" Kayla asked, but he ignored her.

Realizing that his mother could walk in and find him any second, he panicked and decided to put the toy away without washing it. He was still trying to be quiet, but speed was more important, so he yanked the nightstand drawer open and tossed the toy inside before sliding it shut and rushing to the door.

"Matthew what's happening?" Kayla asked in desperation.

Matthew wasn't even hearing Kayla anymore, he was just focussed on getting out of his mother's room before she walked in. He peered into the hallway and saw that the light was on in the kitchen, so he squeezed back through the door and pulled it shut soundlessly, then rushed back to his room.

"Holy shit, that was close," he whispered into the phone as he heard his mother walking past his room to her bedroom.

"What the hell happened" Kayla asked.

"Mom shut the TV and headed to bed."

"What did you do with the toy?"

"I put it back in the nightstand."

"And you didn't clean it?"

"I didn't have time, she shut the TV and was heading to bed. I nearly got caught."

"Matthew, what if she uses it tonight?"

Matthew ran his hand through his hair and chewed his lip. "Naw, she won't. I know she won't," he said, wanting to believe he was right, but very concerned just the same.

The End???