Chapter 56: Caught In The Act

Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Creaking from the bedsprings and the headboard hitting the wall in the wake of Rick's timely thrust had been the only other sound aside from labored breaths and Casey's moans that filled the room. They had not been bothered to listen for the arrival of Casey's mother as the intensity of their latest sexual escapade had taken both their minds and urgency at the moment. Rick had been lost to his primal desires thrusting his cock in and out of the tight warmth Casey's body provided as he bounced up and down while straddling him. Rick's rough hands gripped the younger boy's pale ass and hips as he sought more and more leverage to sate his needs. Casey moaned and ran his fingers along Rick's well-toned chest and abs lingering a bit at his abs as he rode him in earnest loving the feeling of being stuffed full and the battering that had been going in within him. His own cock bounced against his belly and Ricks' as it pulsed and spurted them both covering them in his thin-grade release and adding to their mutual sense of arousal.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck.." hissed Casey losing himself in the sensation of his latest release. "Fuck your big dick feels so fucking good...mmmm fuck me."

Rick groaned as he gripped Casey tighter needing more friction as he held him in place.

The headboard had been getting quite the workout along with the springs on the bed as they drowned out a good deal of Casey's moans but made a noise of their own which sounded like a good deal of roughhousing for anyone that passed by the bedroom. The two hot and heavy young boys had been so caught up in their need for mutual release that they had not heard the car pull into the driveway nor the footsteps as Helen Peterson made her way up the stairs determined to get to her bedroom for a lie in only to hear the commotion coming from her only son's bedroom.

The moans that came from behind the walls had made her curious and then concerned as she believed her son was watching an inappropriate movie and she worked up the courage to go and scold him for being so lewd only to burst through the unlocked door to find herself getting more than she bargained for in the form of her only son being bare naked and riding the massive bare cock of another teenage boy in the center of his bed.

"CASEY ALLEN PETERSON WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!" shouted Helen both shocked and taken aback by what she saw.

Casey had heard his mother through his lust-fogged mind and froze instantly but Rick had not cared who had been watching. He gripped Casey tighter despite the fact that the younger lad had no longer been bouncing on his cock.

The shock had been doubled for Helen as she had always seen Casey as her little boy despite his special condition of being born intersex. She had also not wished to see said little boy engaging in sexual activity of any sort whether it be with a boy or a girl. Helen gasped in horror as she rushed out of the bedroom with tears in her eyes.

Casey wanted to get up, wanted to chase after her and explain or even talk it out but Rick's hold had not let up. When he leaned backward Rick simply pounced on him pinning him to the bed as he drove his cock deeper inside him in a frenzy.

"R-Rick....s-stop," said Casey half-heartedly.

Rick grinned as he continued pumping his hips between the younger boy's thighs.

"No," he replied still pumping without a care in the world. "You don't want me to either, even with Mommy knowing how much of a slut for a big dick her baby boy is, you don't want me to stop fucking you."

Casey did his best to bite back a moan as Rick's pumping intensified jolting him along the mattress. The young lad didn't know what to do. He'd been highly embarrassed and hot all over both from the lust that filled him for the handsome older boy Rick and the shame from his mother having walked in on him taking the older boy's enormous cock like the slut he felt he was.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as Rick slowly kissed them away and continued pumping his hips and thrusting his cock inside the younger lad while pinning him to the bed. Rick's cock felt too good, it was too deep and he didn't have the strength to want him to stop even with his mother home and privy to what was going on in his bedroom. He needed Rick and he craved his cock like nothing else in the world. His mother was just going to have to wait and accept the life he had chosen.

A part of him had felt free at that moment like he could finally be himself without hiding it anymore. He was in love with Alarick Channon and his massive werewolf cock and he didn't care who else had known it. Rick didn't seem to care much about Helen knowing he'd been bedding her son either. Still, he knew the look of horror and disappointment that filed across her face when she saw him it was possibly her mind coming to the conclusion that it was only a matter of time before Casey ventured into the outer parameters of sex and exploration.

More tears streamed down Casey's cheeks as he clung to Rick wrapping his legs around the older boy's waist and pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck me," he demanded as the tears continued. "Fuck me harder."

Rick kissed his lips and pounded the tight wet slickness for all it was worth listening to Casey moan and the creaking of the bedsprings.

Casey did his best to stifle his moans as he clung to Rick's heavier and sweat-slick body as the older brute pounded his own into the mattress with brute force and desperate need. He closed his eyes reveling in the sensation running through him as he held on tight.

"Fuck me...." he whispered between moans. "Fuck me....Daddy big dick bastard."

Rick growled as he continued to pound the younger boy into the mattress.

"Gonna cum." he groaned as he felt his cock pulse and throb inside the tightness that enveloped it.

"Me too," replied Casey still clinging to him. "Mmmm"

One by one their releases came first Casey coating their bellies once more and then inside as he coated Rick's cock. Then Rick filled him to bursting, panting and snarling as burst after burst of his thick yellow seed filled the moaning younger lad as they kissed and remained intertwined in bed for several moments before everything seemed to overwhelm Casey Peterson at once and he passed out as a result of it.

Rick grunted as one last spurt left him before he kissed Casey's lips and slowly withdrew oozing his thick seed in the process before getting to his feet as his cock continued to pulse before him. He watched it throb then twitch as he stood looking over the sweat-blasted younger lad deeply asleep after their latest round of coitus.

He picked up a pair of basketball shorts and slipped them on before slicing back his sweat-soaked hair, and made his way downstairs in search of Mrs. Peterson.

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The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Helen Peterson took a moment to drink down a large glass of red wine as she stood at the kitchen counter trying her best to quell both her terror and her embarrassment at having just witnessed her only son having sex not only for the first time in her known memory but with another boy of all things. It wasn't as if she had not known that eventually he'd graduate past his dirty movies and playing with himself, she just didn't expect it to be so soon and with another boy. As Helen drank and tried to come to grips with her new reality, Rick made his way down the stairs in only a pair of basketball shorts still glistening from head to toe from the sweat from their act.

"I have not had nearly enough wine for this," said Helen before taking a deep breath. "Get it together Helen you can do this, you're a mom and were a teenager once."

Rick smirked in amusement at her mental push for herself.

Helen turned up her glass as she met his dark eyes.

"So...you're screwing my son," she said unsure how best to approach this with a teenage boy no less, he'd been slightly older than her son, but he was still a boy nonetheless.

"Something like that," replied Rick honestly meeting her gaze.

"And this wasn't the first time," said Helen knowing more than she wished about the whole ordeal.

"Nope," replied Rick still honest in his answers.

"Figured as much, you were both much too comfortable," remarked Helen. "Seeing as you are both most likely going to continue this, I have only to asks."

Rick arched a brow at this.

"One you don't do THAT in my house when I am home, it's the least you can do as a courtesy tonight was an accident anything further and I'll take it as an insult," said Helen.

Rick nodded in understanding.

"Okay," he said in agreement about not engaging Casey with her home. "And the other?"

Helen drank a bit more of her wine at that moment and finished it all.

"The other is more of a threat than an ask," she admitted meeting Rick's dark gaze full-on. "Casey has a special condition of which you are well aware, and I worry about him constantly, he is my only child after all and all I have left of his father...if you so much as hurt him while you are seeing each other or experimenting or whatever this turns out to be, I will cut your little dick off and feed it to the birds am I understood?"

Rick could tell she meant business.

"Understood," he replied honestly. "And just so you know Mrs. P. you and I both know that I am far from "little" where it counts."

Helen rolled her eyes and poured another drink.

"And on that note," she said drinking some more wine down. "Go to bed...your bed....in a separate bedroom from Casey...I don't need another shock to my system at this late hour, it's enough to know you were screwing beforehand I'll be damned if I need to know of an encore performance."

Rick nodded once more and headed back upstairs toward the room she'd allowed him to have since he began spending the night at their place.

Helen turned up her glass and took one last gulp of the remainder of her wine.

"Mama's gonna need another bottle," she said to herself amid the darkened kitchen.