At the Motel With The Mitchells

BY : Wendell Urth
Category: Comics > Dennis the Menace
Dragon prints: 1464
Disclaimer: I do not own Dennis The Menace, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 6: Camera

How did I react? I ran out of there. Raging boner and all. I was most of the way home on my bike when I swerved. “Shit!” I said to myself. “The phone!”

When mom allowed me to get the new phone, there were some conditions. There always are with my mom! But I kind of understood them. Every few days she would check the phone, look at the call and message logs, etc. just to keep an eye on what I was doing. I would complain about there being “No privacy around here,” but it was halfhearted at best. I had agreed to it beforehand.

I became really good at hiding my tracks, editing things I didn’t want her to see. Private conversations with my friends, others. I know, I know. She was trying to protect me. But still…

Anyway, she hadn’t looked at my phone in the last few days and I couldn’t stand the idea that she would think I lost the new phone or had forgotten it someplace, even though I knew where it was.

I pedaled back to the Mitchell house. I knocked on the door. No answer. Had they gone out after I left…must have.

I had the key to the back door. I went in and as I heard the shower running, I called out “Hello? It’s me…” No answer. I ran to Dennis’ room. I’d be in & out before anyone knew. There was the phone, all shiny and red, just where I left it.

I turned to go, then noticed the bathroom door was slightly open. They had a full-length mirror on the door so it gave a pretty good view of the interior when open.

My second shock of the day… third, after the kiss.

OMG!

OMG!

OMG!

I really ran this time!

OMG!

I couldn’t think about what I had just seen. My brain had locked up. I know what I saw but I refused to accept it. I wouldn’t… couldn’t think!

Again, I was most of the way home before I swerved, this time falling off my bike. I never fell off my bike! But what I saw! OMG. I checked that I hadn’t damaged my phone… my camera phone.

I hadn’t even realized that I had taken some pictures. Three.

The first one was all pink and brown blurs. You couldn’t really make out anything, thank God. The figures were barely recognizable as people. I was relieved.

The second one. Oh God! Sitting on the edge of the tub, clearly a naked little boy with a huge erection pointing up at a 45-degree angle. The door blocked his face. There was a pink and blonde blur. Oh, you could tell it was a naked woman, but she was unrecognizable. I could make out some details in profile. I knew which blur was an arm… a leg… a breast…

There couldn’t be anything bad on the third.

The third was clear and sharp in every detail. Dennis Mitchell sitting on the edge of the tub, one grubby hand grasping his shaft. The other reaching out for the head of the figure now kneeling in front of him. His mother. I could clearly make out every detail of her naked body in profile… of one breast… of a reddish nipple. I could see a flash of a triangle of brown hair tucked between her legs.

The head of his swollen cock on her lips. A tiny flash of her tongue.

Impossible!

Dennis was getting his ‘blowgie’.

From his beautiful mother.

And I had a picture on my phone.

While I was staring at it, (probably drooling) it rang in my hand and I nearly dropped it. Mom wanted to know when I would be home, I was already late.



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