The Cum-Soaked Panties Ch. 02

The first time that my Mom did the laundry after I came in, her panties were in it, and I was petrified of getting caught.

She never said anything, but there were curious changes in her behaviour. She started to wear more makeup, subtle, but definitely noticeable. What was not subtle was when she started wearing old outfits that I'd never seen before from her younger days. These were much more provocative and revealing than anything I'd ever seen her wear.

My favorites were a pair of skin-tight blue yoga pants that she often wore around the house. Through them, I could easily see the outline of the panties I would be jerking off into later, riding up between her voluptuous ass cheeks. Her cameltoe was on full display in the front as well.

One evening when we were watching TV together, she said, "Whew, it's been hot today, hasn't it?"

"It sure has," I replied.

"I've been so hot and sweaty, I wish I could just take my shirt off as you boys do."

I just nodded, wishing she would as well.

"I think I'm going to head up and take a shower," she said. An innocuous comment, but there was something in her voice that caught my attention. A note of expectation? A command?

Puzzled, I looked up at her. She was walking over to me, and it was difficult not to stare at her cameltoe as she drew close. She hugged me to her and lingered for a few moments. As we drew apart, she gave me a slight squeeze on the shoulder, looking into my eyes with some unspoken question.

When she turned and walked up the stairs, I stared hungrily after her at her ass in her tight yoga pants, the lobes rising and falling deliciously with each step she took. I waited for a couple minutes, then followed her. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar and I couldn't hear anything. I peeked inside.

The light from a bedside lamp lit up my Mom with a soft glow. She was facing away from me. Her top was off already and she was just finishing pulling the yoga pants over and off her shapely feet. She straightened back up and stood still. I gulped and struggled with conflicting urges to keep watching or to run back downstairs to safety. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach.

Slowly, my Mom reached up and unfastened her hair clip, letting the black waves of her hair cascade and sway down her back, almost to the top of her ass. She reached back to unclasp her bra, then tossed it on the bed. I had tunnel vision as she turned side to side slowly, cupping her breasts and admiring herself in the mirror off to her right. I caught tantalizing glimpses of her pink areolas and taut nipples atop the peaks of her large, natural breasts. She kneaded and played with them with her long, graceful fingers.

She turned this way and that, sliding her hands up and down her waist and stomach. She ran her hands down the sides of her wide hips and hooked her thumbs beneath the strings of her panties. I felt like time was moving in slow motion as I watched the straps go around and down the curve of her hips. Inch by inch, the crack of her ass was revealed, and as she bent down to take her panties off, I glimpsed the dark mound of her pussy nestled between her ample ass and thighs.

My penis was painfully erect at this point and I couldn't stop myself from starting to masturbate in my pants. My Mom turned so she could look at her ass in the mirror. She jiggled and lifted the cheeks, even spreading them apart for a few moments. Her body was angled perfectly so that I could glimpse her puckered asshole and spread pussy lips, while remaining out of her vision. She turned again and ran her fingers through the dark curly mound of her pubic hair. She sighed softly.

Finally, she reached over and took her bathrobe from a standing clothes rack. As she wrapped her body up in it, I knew this was my cue to go. Before I withdrew, she was facing somewhat towards me, enough to see me in her peripheral vision. I thought I saw a wistful smile on her face as I stole one last glimpse at her before I slipped out of view.

I ran to my bedroom and closed the door. Jumping onto the bed, I yanked my pants down desperately. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start up, and the thought of my Mom's naked wet body on the other side of the wall drove me wild with desire. I closed my eyes to replay the heavenly visions I had just seen. I'd never cum so hard in my life. But I was going to come even harder because of what happened in the next week.