Emma’s Rules

Then the telephone rang.

I looked at Jane, thinking she would want to ignore it. Eventually it stopped. Then only a few seconds later it started again.

'Do you want to answer it Jane?'

'No, you answer it,' she said with a smile.

I picked up the receiver.

'Hullo.'

'Hi, it's me!' It was Emma phoning from Australia.

'Hi Emma. How is Australia?'

'Fantastic, even though it's winter here.'

'How is the place where you are staying? And the University?'

And Emma went on to tell me at length. It sounded good. I struggled to sound normal and give her responses which gave no hint of my situation.

Jane was watching me looking amused, and with a wicked glint in her eye. She began to stroke my cock so that it stayed erect. I squirmed, barely able to cope.

Then Emma asked:

'Are you being good John?'

'What do you mean? Of course.'

'You haven't brought any girls home?'

'No, of course not!'

'No pussy?'

'No, certainly not!'

Just then Jane escalated matters by taking my cock head in her mouth. She looked at me with eyes filled with amusement at my predicament, as she quietly sucked me.

Then Emma went on to ask:

'Are you being nice to Mum?'

'Oh yes, Emma, I'm being very nice to your Mum!'