Tommy had to pass Belinda's mother as he went down the front walk and he gave the woman a wide berth, averting his eyes and blushing and walking in an awkward manner in order to conceal the softening but still evident hard-on. He could not look her in the eye, not after what her daughter had just done for him. Jamming his hands in his pockets, he wobbled off down the street, glancing back over his shoulder in a furtive fashion, as if fearing that the backward glance might turn his dong into a pillar of salt.

Belinda's mother went up the steps to the porch.

Belinda had just finished licking her fingers and had a dreamy expression on her face.

"Who was that, dear?" her mother asked. "Oh, just a boy from school. He gave me a hand with my school books," said Belinda. Not to mention the hand I gave him, she thought.

She saw that her mother had that contented, well-fucked look on her face again and it made the girl bold.

"And he gave me some nice cream on a stick," she added, smiling mysteriously.

Naturally, her mother thought she had said ice cream, and said, "That was nice of him."

"Where have you been, Mom?" the girl asked.

Her mother was momentarily flustered. "Shopping, dear," she said.

"I don't see any packages."

"Err – window shopping."

"Oh," said Belinda, who was more certain than ever that her mother was getting some prick on the side.

It excited the naughty nymphette. Although she loved her father, she was an amoral sort of girl and saw nothing wicked about her mother getting all the cock she wanted to.