With a smirk on her face, Sharon pulled down my trousers. Without hesitation, she grabbed my dick with her small hands and began stroking it gently, trying to get me hard.
And I'd be lying if I said Sharon's touch wasn't enough to get me in the mood instantly. There was something about her that made every muscle in my body react to her.
But thankfully, before things could escalate—
"I'm home!!" We heard Mom's voice from the door as she stepped inside. In the nick of time, I sprang up, pulled my trousers back on, and by the time she entered the sitting room, I was awkwardly seated with Sharon next to me, wearing an innocent face behind that mischievous smile of hers.
My brows twitched just thinking about it.
"You guys… what are you doing there?" Mom asked, dropping her purse on the coffee table.
"N-nothing… nothing at all," I replied quickly.
She sighed and sank onto the couch. "Evening… kids," she said, and we greeted her back.
