"Busy!"

So, Soulhuntre and I are having incredibly wonderful, intense anal sex in my bedroom late this morning before he heads home and just as I’m finishing one hell of an orgasm, I hear my Mother’s frantic yell up the stairs “Are you okay? What are you doing?“

As I’m leaping out of my own skin to run and close the bedroom door, it occurs to me that she might think I’m being attacked by demons or something so I hollar back “Yes … Busy!” and slam the door before any additional embarrasment can be had.

I should mention that my Mother is about 20% deaf at this point so it’s a safe bet she didn’t hear the loud “Oh, Daddy, Yes, Fuck my ass harder, Daddy” trash talk just moments before my orgasm. However, this means she also didn’t hear my Yes … Busy! reply very well and was on her way to my bedroom door when the phone rang. Thank the gods for that call.

Soulhuntre took this as his cue to leave and after much giggling was on his way home. After seeing him out, I gathered my courage and went to face my Mother. It is her house, after all, and I would probably be pretty unhappy too if someone was screaming their head off in my house.

I peeked my head into her room and saw she was still on the phone. I waved and left. A few minutes later, she came to my bedroom door, calling from the hallway as she approached. I told her I was sorry and that I didn’t think anyone was home. She said she had been home all day (Gulp – it’s a good thing we decided not to fuck in the kitchen then, huh?) and went downstairs.

I know I should laugh it off but I hate the idea of my Mom being upset with me or mad at me or thinking I’m a bad person. And this hurts especially today since Soulhuntre spent about 45 minutes last night convincing me that I’m not a depraved creetan for being myself and I had pretty much believed him until this episode. Sheesh!

Sometimes a girl just can’t win! At least it was a really good orgasm