I knew my mother's husband was out of town frequently, but I wasn't aware of the toll it was taking on her until a few days ago. I had just returned from my first semester at college and was up earlier than usual for a run with a friend. Usually, I sleep till almost ten. I went into my mother's room to let her know I was leaving. She wasn't there, but I could hear the water running and the growl of the jets in the large bathtub/spa. The door to the bathroom was open, so I assumed she was not yet in the tub.
Well, apparently she had forgotten I was home because as soon as I looked in, I could see her with her legs draped out of the tub, using a whirlpool jet to pleasure herself. I had arrived just in time. Her face flushed and grimacing, she began to shout out with pleasure. I felt self-conscious for being there, but the beauty of her full breasts peeking over the side of the tub and the intensity of her climax kept me transfixed. As her shouting subsided into moans, I drew back and retreated to my own bathroom. I couldn't wait to match her pleasure with my own. Having had the presence of mind to grab a pair of her panties from the laundry hamper in her room, I dropped my running shorts around my ankles, wrapped her satin panties around my dick and began pumping my fist. My dick lengthened with passion as I felt the slick material slide against my skin. Frustrated for a moment, I kicked off the shorts and placed my leg up on the edge of the tub. Sure enough, when my climax came, my raised leg amplified the feeling as the spasms erupted from the back of my thigh, through my balls, spouting into my Mom's panties. As the spasms kept coming, I cupped her panties around the end of my dick, capturing all of my seed in the material. When I finished, I wondered whether she would notice her panties in MY hamper and a little worse for wear. Late for my run, I cleaned up and left.
That night I was more aware of Mom's presence. I felt my awkwardness at my secret morning peepshow and my lust over Mom's physicality. Yet the passion awakened by the experience was still present. I excused myself early so I could be alone. I wanted to filter through my newfound attraction to this beautiful woman who had always been a part of my life. In my room, feelings of guilt (You're fantasizing about your MOTHER!), lust (How fine she is with her voluptuous figure, her full lips, her raven hair, above and below.), and a realization that this attraction had been roiling beneath the surface. Now I realized the girls I had been most turned on by had been of my mother's type. Had I been lusting after her all along, or was I some psychological poster-child wanting to pull Mommy's apron strings?
Still confused after hours of contemplation, I headed to the kitchen for a snack. It was past midnight and the dark rooms and quiet made me realize Mom had gone to bed. Before I hit the lights in the kitchen, I saw a blinking on the island. Mom had a message on her phone. Curious, I checked. Her husband, due back that night, was delayed by "unforeseen circumstances." I was angry at how little consideration he gave her and I thought she should know what was going on. So I brought the phone to her room and woke her softly so she could read the text. She sighed. I could see she had worn a sexy nightie for his return, black satin and lace throwing into contrast the pale skin of her breasts. I thought I could even make out the light brown of her nipples through the lace. The cool night air had raised those nipples and I turned to leave before she noticed how obviously I was aroused.
Instead, she surprised me by asking me to stay. She held up the blankets and asked me to curl up next to her. I was too concerned for her to say "no." So I lay down beside her, flat on my back. Apparently this wasn't good enough. Mom turned toward me and put her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. I was hoping I could conceal my arousal, but her leg curled up across mine, touching my stretched boxers. Her movement stopped for a moment. Then her leg retreated a little, coming to rest across my thighs. I thought I was OK. Then I felt her hand start to move slowly down my waist to grasp me tightly.
"This is a surprise." She continued to hold my dick as I grew to my full length. "Do you think Mommy is pretty?"
