ExD - 5.23.22

(Author’s Notes: To new readers, this is not a REND chapter. This is an ExD chapter, a spin-off of the original REND, set in a universe where Erind and Deen got together. If you’re interested in this premise, it’s best to read from the beginning of this collection, available here, to understand what’s going on. It has a lot of content.)

I made sure to cover Deen with the blanket. This was a stupid idea, I just realized. If Mom came over, there was no way to explain what was going on—it was so obvious that Deen was under the blanket. Between my legs. What would she be doing there? Looking for coins on the floor? I should’ve stopped Deen from starting this!

“Deen…” I whispered. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” I tried to twist my body to the side and close my legs, but Deen adamantly kept them open, digging her fingers into my thighs until they hurt.

As I struggled, the sofa creaked. Probably best to just get this over with fast.

I relaxed even as my heart pounded so strongly that I expected it to jump out of my mouth. I focused on the movie on TV, but it wasn’t working. I was getting aroused fast. This was the first time someone did this to me, and it felt extremely good.

I curled my toes while tensing my legs. The shocks continued radiating from my mound each time Deen’s tongue made contact.

She seemed to know what she was doing. Not sure if she had prior experience—I think I was her first time with another woman—or there was just no way to mess this up. Lick and lick. How difficult could it be to make someone come with that?

Deen licked me with soft strokes, gentle yet teasing. There was no pressure to her lick, and she didn’t pounce on her prize, which was my inner parts.

I thought Deen would go crazy and slobber all over me, as if she were famished. But she was being very deliberate. The gradual introduction was already having such an effect on me. When the more forceful licks came, shivers went up my body. I couldn’t believe how much effect this was having on me!

Probably the risk of Mom catching us heightened my sensations. Wait… was I turning into an exhibitionist?

No! After I’d climax, I’d pull Deen up, and this would be over. Deen could be a degenerate all she wanted—socialites always had dirty little secrets—but I’d have none of that. Moreover, this was my freaking mother. There was no getting out of this situation if Mom discovered us having oral sex in the living room, several feet away from her. Whatever face I’d present would be completely ruined.

Unless… I presented a new sexual deviant face. I’d rather not do that.

Unfortunately, Deen was in no rush. She stopped licking me, switching to kissing. Sharp pecks on my thighs. Slowly, her kisses went closer and closer to the middle of my legs. She could probably feel the heat I was radiating. I was really painfully aroused.

I gasped when Deen forcefully pressed her lips on my most sensitive place. She parted her mouth and started to suck. I glanced in Mom’s direction again. Deen wasn’t making too much noise. Yet. Her sucking gradually became stronger as my body trembled.

Then, her tongue extended and drew circles everywhere. I could feel myself starting to drip like a squeezed sponge. What the hell was that comparison? I couldn’t think of a better analogy because my mind was swimming. I could feel myself making a puddle, and Deen was… drinking it.

Fuck, I won’t be able to look her in the eye after this. My crazy best friend was going to weaponize this against me someday. Maybe I should just kick her out. Or I could go up a mountain and live there forever, never showing my face to civilization again. I was losing hard in my fight against Deen.

“Just enjoy the ride,” said the man in the movie we were supposed to be watching. He was talking to his love interest. They were doing that usual thing in romance movies where the guy convinces the girl to go somewhere without any plans and just ‘enjoy life’, whatever that was supposed to mean.

The actress laughed and stood up on the convertible, waving her hands as she let her hair get whipped up by the wind. It did seem fun to just be open to new experiences. And the experience I was having now was super fun.

Just enjoy the ride, I thought, sliding my hands under the blanket until I found Deen’s head. My fingers crawled over her hair and massaged her scalp. I then coiled her hair around my hand, grabbing tightly onto it.

I felt her gasp between my legs. She stopped licking, probably surprised at what I just did.

Yes, Deen. I was taking control of the situation. In a way, this was winning, being the dominant one. I was going to come on my own terms. I urgently pressed her mouth against my heat. I bucked my hips, rubbing myself against her mouth and her flattened tongue. I could even feel her teeth against my flesh.

Deen understood the assignment. Encouraged by the effect she was having on me, she turned her licking to maximum. It was like there was a very excited eel between my legs. Her lips brushed against my slick folds, pushing them aside as her tongue excitedly probed deeper.

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her even more. I suppressed the moans rising as my hips uncontrollably shook. I was so close… So close…

There!

I clenched my jaws as I pulled on Deen’s hair. I shook so hard that the sofa made sounds. I froze, combatting my climax. Then I relaxed and deflated. Only a few seconds passed when I realized that I couldn’t rest. We needed to clean up!

Pulling away the blanket, a harassed-looking Deen looked up at me with a mischievous grin. Her face glistened, catching the light from the TV. Her hair was a mess—my fault. Her skin flushed pink from both arousal and heat.

I bent down and whispered, “Sorry for, um, spraying you.”

“Spraying?” She licked her lips and smiled. “Tasty.”

“This is not the time for those porno lines, okay? You need to clean your face. Uh, we need to wipe down the seat, too. Use perfume on it or something.”

“Perfume?”

“To hide the smell, duh. We can’t let Mom know what happened here!” I hissed. I tilted my head. I could hear Mom still working, tapping away at her keyboard.

Deen’s eyes went wide. Like me, she didn’t think things through. Only now did she put together the huge risk we were in. I knew that she’d choose to jump out the window rather than get discovered by Mom that she was eating me out. She started to stammer and tremble. “Wha-what are we go-going to—?”  

“Keep it together,” I snapped at her in a whisper. “Wipe your face with your shirt while I think.” I hurriedly dressed myself as my brain went turbo mode. “Okay, I have a plan. I’ll distract Mom while you go to my room. And then…”

I went to the kitchen first and chatted with Mom about her talk. While Mom was facing me, Deen hurried to our room to wash her face. Continuing to talk with Mom, I made some orange juice. As Deen returned to the living room, I followed her, holding my glass of juice. We did some weird skit of ‘accidentally’ spilling it on the spot where she made me cum.

Voila! An excuse why we had to clean the sofa! Any weird scent was masked by the orange smell. Sometimes, I marvel at my ideas. I wasn’t a prodigy, but I could come up with genius ideas sometimes. Was this the ‘post nut clarity’ I had read about on internet memes? Or did that just apply to guys?

After we wiped all evidence of our deed, we retreated to our… my room.

Deen jumped on our bed and rolled around. She sat up, hugging a pillow, and smiled at me. “Wow, I can’t believe what we just did out there.”

“I can’t believe it either,” I said in a deadpan tone. “Let’s never do something that risky again. Promise?”

“Your mom’s leaving in a few days. Once she’s gone, we can do whatever we—”

“No!” I wagged my finger at her. “We’re going to have rules here.”

“Sure, we will…” she said in an unbelieving tone. She crawled to the end of the bed. “So…?”

“So, what?” I frowned, knowing exactly what she meant.

“How many points do I get?”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have a scorecard here. Was that your first time doing it to a woman?”

She nodded. “Making it even more special, I did it with my best friend. How did it feel?”

“You could’ve guessed what I felt,” I said.

“I want to hear it from you.”

I sighed. “Fine… It was awesome. Anyway, I’m going to shower because I feel sticky.”

“Wait! It’s my turn.”