It was taken out of my hands when my door opened and Ciara was standing there. I was startled and spun around to see what was going on. She saw the big bulge in my pants and said; “Oh fuck” as her hand went to her mouth.
I said, “I can’t go down like this as I swung my arms out to the side.”
She was staring at my crotch and finally said, “Jesus Connor. Take care of that thing.” I’ll tell them you’re almost ready.
I hunched my shoulders and said, “It won’t go down. I’ve tried everything except jerking off.”
Ciara smiled and said, “Then jerk yourself off then and hurry up.” She stepped back in the hall and closed my door.
‘What the fuck’, I thought and unzipped my dress pants. I was feverishly jacking on my cock when the door swung open again. Mom was saying, “Come on Connor. We are ….” as she stepped in and saw what I was doing. She didn’t turn or look away. She just stared at me with my hand jacking on my cock.
I yelled, “Mom. Please. I’ve got a problem here. I can’t get this damn thing to go down.” I was getting close now and I wasn’t about to stop. Mom just stood there and watched. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and nibbled on it. Mom could see that I was about to blow. She stepped across the room and pulled out several tissues from the box on my desk just as I groaned out and bent forward. Mom shoved the tissues out and wrapped them around the end of my cock just as the first stream of cum shot out. I must have shot eight or ten strong ropes of cum into the tissues but it was so much that it soaked her hand. It didn’t faze her at all. When I was done she took the soaked tissues into my bathroom and threw them in the toilet. In the mirror I could see her licking her fingers and palm before washing her hands. She came back into my room and said, “Are you good to go now?” I nodded and shoved my rapidly diminishing cock into my pants. I was totally mortified as I followed her down the stairs and out the door to Dad’s Mercedes.
I glared at Ciara as I walked up beside her. She whispered, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop her.”
I whispered back, “This whole thing is so embarrassing. I want to just die right here.” I walked to the car with my head hung low and got in the back next to Ciara. I noticed that she was staring at my crotch the whole time. I whispered, “Jesus Christ Ciara. Can you give me a break? Stop staring.”
She looked forward and whispered back, “Sorry. This has made me really hot.” I watched as she very subtly inched the hem of her skirt up her thighs with her fingers and her hand disappeared under the fabric. ‘Nice’, I thought, ‘just what I need is another boner to lead me into wherever-we-are-going.’
During the twenty minute drive Ciara gave no indication that she was doing anything under her skirt. There was no obvious movement and no indication that she had an orgasm or anything. As we pulled into a parking lot, she pulled her hand back out and pulled her hemline back down. Her hand was soaking wet. She watched me watch her push her wet little finger into her mouth and lick it clean and moved on to the next one. She had a huge grin on her face that was obviously driven by the look on my face. The last finger was her index finger and she started to put it in her mouth and then stopped. She pulled it back and pointed it at my face as if offering it to me.