"Nooooo!"

With a sharp cry, Sharon rolled onto her belly, shoving her face into the pillow and breathing with coughing gasps. Her fingers still squished wetly between her tightening cuntlips. Oh yes, it was happening! She pumped her ass up and down in a fucking motion, a motion she wished could have had a guy helping her with. Her shoulders started jerking while a violent vibration shook her from head to toe. With another groan, the girl grabbed a pillow in wild haste and jammed it between her thighs. She clamped it hard, pumping her ass crazily now. That pillow became Hank for an instant as she gouged against it harder and harder. Brilliant lights flashed in front of her now, those same lights that had carried her away there under her mother's bedroom window earlier, and that had probably carried away her mother.

"Ohhhhh," she whimpered.

And then it was, over. She calmed down now, moving her body like a serpent, rubbing her tits, belly and thighs as she rolled back onto her ass. How her clothes stuck to her! Yes, she needed a shower, something to wash away the dirt and perspiration she had gathered after spying on her mother and then doing this.

"My God…"

It had been a busy day, that was for certain. She swung her legs off the bed, searching for her panties that had come off earlier. Cracking the door open, she saw a bright shaft of light coming up from the stairs and partially illuminating the long corridor. Sharon could now hear the steady drone of the television. Yes, that was it, watch t.v. as if that would somehow make everything right.

Holding tightly onto her panties Sharon tiptoed down the hall, still feeling high and flushed from her exciting cum. The juicy heat in her pussy was still there, still making her cunt walls feel so sexy and itchy as she walked the short distance to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Sharon undressed quickly, stepping into the shower and letting a cool spray wash over her tense, eager young body. How good it felt, almost making her forget what had happened. But then thoughts of Hank and her mother crept back in, and the girl stopped toweling herself off for a moment in the small, steamy room and wondering what was going to happen next. Dear God, what next?