Lost and Found
Chapter 5 - Calm After the Storm
Daniel awoke snuggled up against a warm, soft body. He inhaled deeply, taking in the floral, feminine scent from her skin as his cock throbbed, nestled snugly between his bedmates asscheeks. He winced as he moved his hand, pain shooting down his arm as he gently caressed Louise's breasts through her top with his free hand, the other at his side. They were smaller than he remembered, but he was probably still groggy from just waking up. He cracked his eyes open, noticing the bright sunlight barely being held back by the curtains. That was odd, why was he waking up in the middle of the day? He turned his attention to his flatmate, intending to kiss her tenderly on the neck when a wave of horror rushed through his body. The woman who he was holding had brown hair. Louise had black hair. Suddenly everything came rushing back to him. He was in his mum's bed, Candy's bed! It was her ass that his member was pressing into, her breasts cupped in his hands. "Fuck," he whispered to himself under his breath as his mind raced, going through his options. The room was dead silent and as he listened, he could hear Candy's slow, steady breathing. It seemed like she was still asleep so he still might be able to save himself from this potential embarrassment.
First he slowly wriggled his crotch away from her posterior, his cock suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of his mother wrapped around it, sending a shiver down his body. Once he was happy that Candy was still sleeping he removed his hand from her chest, slowly withdrawing it inch by agonizing inch. Candy stirred in her sleep, softly mumbling and shifting her position on the bed, wiggling her hips as if missing the hardness that had just been pressed against her. Daniel froze in place, waiting what seemed like forever until she settled again, finally pulling his hand back to safety, fully extricated from his mother's sleeping frame. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, taking a few seconds to relax. One part of him was far from relaxed though and if Candy woke up now, he would still have some explaining to do. He slid out of bed silently, gathering his jeans from the floor and leaving his mum's bedroom on his tiptoes. He quietly closed the door behind him, finally safe, but as he looked down at his white boxers, it was clear that his erection wasn't going to disappear any time soon. There were only two other doors on the upper floor, opening one to find a spare bedroom and behind the second, the bathroom. As he stepped inside was relieved to find there was a lock which he hastily clicked into place before leaning against the door.
"That was close," he muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes wearily. He blinked a couple of times before taking in the bathroom. It was clean and neat, with a white marble countertop and gold sink with a large oval mirror above it. He walked over to the reflective surface, placing his hands on the counter, taking a long, hard look at himself.
He had done his best to resist, to be strong, but he knew what he was about to do, there was no fighting it any more. Almost defeatedly, he slid his hand into his boxers, feeling his swollen, veiny, throbbing cock against his skin. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard and as he freed himself from his underwear he started stroking. This was not gentle or slow, no, it was frantic, desperate and rough. A needy moan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled back, lids fluttering in ecstasy. He was such a disgusting, depraved fuck, stood in his mum's bathroom, masturbating as he thought of her. He clamped his eyes shut, remembering the feeling of Candy's body against his from mere moments earlier. He pumped himself furiously as he remembered the smell of her hair, the softness of her breasts, her warm cheeks squeezing his shaft just like he was doing now. He wished he had just pulled her pajamas down right then and there. He should have slid inside her, reclaiming the place he was born from, washing away any memory of Steve with a tidal wave of his seed. The thought pushed him over the edge as he groaned, shot after shot of thick, young, virile cum exploding from his tip. His knees shook and he had to clutch onto the counter for support as it felt like his orgasm was never going to stop, sweat dripping from his brow.
His hand continued lazily stroking his rapidly shrinking dick as he finally managed to open his eyes, taking in the evidence of his disgusting moment of weakness. His cum was everywhere. On the counter, the sink, some had even got onto the mirror. He sighed heavily. 'Post-nut clarity is a real bitch,' he thought as he started to search the bathroom for the items necessary to clean up his mess. He used paper towels to wipe up most of his seed before flushing the evidence down the toilet, a grim reminder of the filthy act he had just committed. He used a wet towel to mop up any remaining traces, running it under the tap to hopefully remove any potential stains and dropping it into the washing basket in the corner of the room. He took a long hard look in the mirror. It was only the early afternoon and he'd already punched his mum's boyfriend unconscious and then masturbated thinking about her. He almost didn't recognise the young man looking back at him and his comfy student digs with Louise suddenly seemed a million miles away.
After pulling on his jeans, he made his way downstairs, confronted with the chaotic scene he had left behind. The table was smashed into multiple pieces, along with several broken mugs and plates, coffee and OJ had soaked into the carpet, and there were crushed and broken croissants everywhere. Daniel stood looking at the mess, hands on his hips. He had better clean up, Candy was presumably still sleeping and after the morning she'd had, the last thing she needed was to start doing housework. He headed into the kitchen, searching the cupboards and drawers for cleaning supplies. A laptop charging on the side caught his attention, it was covered in stickers, one for a gentleman's magazine, an England flag, a popular car company's logo. It must be Steve's. He thought about smashing it over his knee right there and then, but good sense took over. It was up to Candy what to do with it, Daniel just hoped that Steve wouldn't come back looking for it.
Focusing on the task at hand, Daniel started his work. He disassembled the table first and left the pieces outside the back door ready to be dealt with later. He salvaged any crockery that survived the onslaught of Steve's body, gathered up the croissant bits and scrubbed the carpet to get the stains out. After around an hour, you would hardly know what had happened and Daniel smiled to himself, happy with his work. As he took a seat on the sofa, he heard footsteps upstairs and the sound of the shower turning on. She was awake and he had to do his best not to think about Candy's body, naked and wet in the shower. She was up there, cleaning herself, totally unaware that he had been stroking himself while thinking about her in that exact room just a short while ago. He put his head into his hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. He needed to stop thinking about her like this before he did something really stupid. He distracted himself by browsing through social media on his phone, waiting for Candy to emerge from the upper floor.
She walked down the stairs about twenty minutes later in a plain white skirt, t-shirt, and pair of matching flip-flops. She hadn't put on any make-up and her bruised eye looked ugly and sore. Rage boiled in Daniel's stomach as he thought about the piece of shit that had done it to her. As Candy's eyes met Daniels, she glanced away, tucking her hair behind her right ear, obviously self-conscious about the mark her former lover had left on her. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she noticed the space where her table once was. "You cleaned up?" she asked in a surprised tone.
"Yeah, I figured it was the least I could do," Daniel replied bashfully, "I'll buy you a new one too, whenever you like." He smiled warmly at her and for a second he swore that he saw a look of love in her eyes, but not just motherly love, something more. It was gone a moment later and he figured it must still be his horny brain going into overdrive.
"He never cleaned..." Candy said weakly, trailing off mid thought.
"Well, he's gone now, for good." Candy took a seat next to Daniel, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as she looked down at her feet.
