As I opened the door I realized two things; first, the towel I had wrapped around my naked body did nothing to conceal my hard-on; it stuck out like a tent pole. Second, and probably worse was this; I had left mom’s panties on the bed in full view. However, the door was half open and there was nothing I could do to hide either. Oh well, I thought, Jenny will understand.
Except it wasn’t Jenny at the door, it was mom.
“Hey there,” she said as she walked in, “Have you seen my cell phone? I think I left it in here when I went to….” And then stopped in mid-sentence. She looked at the bed where her panties lay and at me with my hard-on and thought for a minute, then went to the bed and picked up her panties. I was speechless; I didn’t know what she would do, get mad, be embarrassed, what?
It turned out it was neither. She held up the pair of pink panties I had just been jerking off with and said, "Are these a turn-on for you? I can see you are very erect under that towel. You know I am your mom, I’ve seen you naked before. But maybe not like this."
I sat on the bed stunned. And for the first time noticed mom and what she was wearing. She had been to the beach, or rather on her way when she returned for her cell phone. She had on a yellow wrap that barely concealed her black bikini underneath. Mom had all the curves you would expect from a woman with two children and her breasts jutted out prominently. Standing there in a pair of platform heels she looked very desirable, very sexy.
She sat down next to me on the bed and sighed. We were both quiet for a moment. "Do I turn you on? And my panties, what do you like about them?"
I paused, not really sure how much to say, and started, "I like the way they feel. I find them, well, arousing.
“Do you masturbate with them?” she asked. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal. What do you think about when you hold them in your hands?" She was looking at me as she sat next to me on the bed. I could see her breasts poking through the opening in her wrap and enjoyed the sight of her bikini top covering her boobs, but this was a tough question.
She spoke again, "Do you think about how I look in them? Is it me you are fantasizing about? "Who are you imagining?" she quizzed.
I paused, looked down and said, "I think about you, mom."
"Okay," she continued, "I'm a pretty open minded person and can accept your passion for my underwear, but I'm not happy about you doing it behind my back. I want you and me to be honest with each other. And I don’t want to see your sexual desires repressed.
"Thanks mom," was all I could get out. The towel wrapped around me had come loose and my cock was very much out in the open.
“And I see our friend there still needs a little relief,” she joked.
With that she wrapped my cock in her panties, cupped my cock in her hand and began stroking me. “Lay back,” she said, “Let mom take care of this.”
Her accomplished hands worked my cock vigorously, up and down. I was so aroused it didn’t take long. I could feel the jism begin to rise in my cock.
“I’m going to cum, mom,” I said breathlessly, and I did, all over her panties, hand and even up onto her forearm.
“My, my,” she teased, “I really can produce a stud for a son, can’t I. I haven’t seen that much cum from a man since, well, since that bastard father of yours left me for his secretary.” She cleaned me up with the towel. I lay back ready for sleep after being so satisfied I almost didn’t hear the voice from the hallway.
“Mom, are you home? David? You in the bedroom?” It was Jenny. What do we do? She’ll know for sure when she sees the look on my face. I’ve never been able to keep a secret from her.
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