By the Light of the Television

This happened while I was in my senior year in college.

It was a Saturday night. I’d been visiting my girlfriends’ house all day and we’d spent the afternoon lounging by the pool. After dinner we watched TV in the living room with her parents and brother. Eventually her brother went off to his room to talk on the phone. Her parents had drunk themselves into semi-slumber watching TV. Near midnight they eventually roused themselves from their easy chairs and retreated to their bedroom at the far end of the house to go to sleep.

Christy and I remained on the couch alone watching TV long afterwards. It was the latest I’d ever stayed at her house before and now that we were alone together the mood between us soon got hot.  Christy had been acting rather horny during the day, groping me on the sly and giving me all kinds of hints and signs that she was ready to get frisky when the chance arose. So when her parents stumbled off to bed we had the couch and darkened living room to ourselves.

Once we were sure we were alone, we scooted closer to each other on the couch facing the TV and the fun soon commenced. It began with some deep kissing following by increasingly heavy fondling and groping. Christy didn’t resist when I unbuttoned her shirt and then shifted her bra upwards to expose her boobs. I was surprised she was being so bold tonight because she was usually hesitant about any displays of affection when at home. I didn’t think she would shed clothing in her living room with her family nearby. Regardless, I didn’t waste any time getting my hands on her breasts to rub and massage. Soon she was sighing quietly in response to all the stimulation. I then bent down to suck on the nipples which drove Christy wild. After a few minutes of that she was panting heavily and holding the sides of my head while I sucked on her. 

The more we fondled each other, the more we both felt a surging sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. Of course, the risk of getting caught amplified our excitement and arousal. The living room was darkened but the TV still provided sufficient illumination for anyone who might suddenly walk in to see what was happening on the couch. 

Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, Christy was more aggressive tonight than usual. After I’d been sucking for a while I felt her fingers begin pawing at my belt. Wow, she must be really horny because she didn’t normally try to remove my pants so fast. So I stopped sucking and leaned back to give her better access to my waist. Grinning wickedly at me with her boobs hanging out of her unbuttoned shirt, she managed to unbuckle my belt and then began fumbling with the zipper on my jeans. She got the zipper down and opened my jeans faster than I expected.

Underneath, my cock was straining upwards against my briefs. She smiled and ran her fingers over it a few times to tantalize me. That worked like a charm. I raised my waist off the couch and pulled my briefs down which totally exposed my cock and balls. I couldn’t believe how hot and aggressive she was acting tonight, especially because we were now both partially unclothed on her couch in her living room. Still leering at me, her hand fastened on me and began stroking. Despite our fear of being caught, we were totally aroused as she began giving me a hand job right there on her living room couch. I leaned back and took in the entire sensation of what was happening. It felt wonderful to get such attention while so aroused.

She smiled at me and quietly teased in a coy tone of voice, “Do you like this?”

I croaked, “yes” and nodded in reply. She already knew the answer to that question all too well.

The living room hand job continued in the dim light for the next ten minutes or so as she repeatedly stroked and pulled my stiff member. I was loving the sensation of her hand squeezing and pulling on me. I got even more excited when she leaned close and asked “Are you going to cum for me?”  It drove me wild whenever she talked nasty like that.

“Mmmm,” I whispered. I could feel myself getting closer to going over the edge.

Yet it was at that very moment that I looked up across the darkened room and was startled to see a figure standing silently at the entrance to the hallway. I stiffened and my heart leapt when I realized it was Christy’s mother standing there looking toward us. She’d appeared without warning and here I was with my pants down and her daughter’s hand stroking my cock. The worst had happened. We’d been caught!

Christy sensed my tension and looked up. She froze in mid-stroke and caught her breath in fear and astonishment at the sudden appearance of her mother. Both of us stared at the figure across the room, expecting at any moment to be loudly scolded and subjected to a tongue lashing about what we were up to.  I feared the entire family would be awakened and attracted to the living room by the commotion that was likely to occur. 

But, to our complete surprise, Christy’s mother didn’t move or utter a sound. Instead, she continued looking toward us and blinking her eyes against the dim light of the TV. When she held her hand up against the dim glare I could see was wearing a rather revealing nightgown. I was surprised she would present herself like that but perhaps she hadn’t expected to encounter us on the couch this late at night.

None of us spoke. We just sat there motionless, shocked, astonished. Christy’s hand remained wrapped around my cock which was on full display. It was fully extended and completely hard, the fattened head throbbing above her grip. Our faces turned red at being so fully exposed in such a circumstance and I knew Christy wanted to die from embarrassment. But still none of us said anything. It was as if time had stood still for this moment.

Finally Christy’s mother spoke up. Still blinking her eyes and peering vaguely in our direction, she said it was time to call it a night and that I should head back to the dorm at the college. She didn’t sound angry or shocked or anything. It was as if she’d caught us doing nothing more naughty than sharing a bowl of popcorn. Without any further words, she turned and retreated down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving us alone again. We heard the door click close behind her.  

Christy and I looked at each other in amazement. No lecture, no scolding, no accusation. Nothing. We both breathed a sigh of relief though our hearts continued pounding in fear. Neither of us could believe what had just happened. Had we just been caught semi-naked in a sex act but still escaped without consequences? Had this entire scenario happened at all?

Christy released me and both of us quickly re-dressed ourselves on the couch while saying very little to each other. We hurried to put our clothes back on lest we be discovered again or Christy’s mother change her mind about letting us off the hook. I had to jam my erection back into my briefs to zip my jeans shut but the discomfort was a small price to pay for this escape without apparent consequences.

We kissed each other goodbye and I headed out the front door and back to my dorm at the college.